"Where is he, Long Huang?" asked the King of Spades who had resurrected. "Where is the one you called your right-hand man? The Celestial Demon seems to have deserted your ship as it sinks into oblivion."
Long Huang straightened her opulent chest, ignoring the pain radiating from her wounds. Her eyes, of absolute black, burned with visceral hatred. She clenched her fists, her nails sinking into her palms.
"He is not a coward," she spat, although uncertainty gnawed at her, she believed it was part of his plan... They had lived together far too much, millennia as lovers and allies. How could he sweep it away with a flick of the hand?
"BaiShe will return. And when he does, there will be nothing left of you."
