On the other hand, while the Corpse Clan had decided to fully retreat and obey the Corpse Governor's order, and they were still reeling from the revelation, the Evernight Council had already reached its own conclusion.
The Dread Duchess paid no heed to the fleeing Corpse Commanders, and Belfast, as she was completely uninterested in them, slowly looked toward the distant horizon where the overwhelming aura continued to intensify.
Although her expression remained hidden beneath the obsidian mask, everyone around her could feel the subtle change in her demeanor, as the relaxed confidence and the excitement of the hunt were gone. Instead, she became incomparably serious.
'So, he's actually managed to succeed? But how?'
The Dread Duchess felt complicated at that moment because she was just taunting the Corpse Commanders to bring out their cowardly Corpse Governor, yet now he was here; she didn't dare to approach him.
