"Let's have a chat, shall we?" asked Purity, with a light chuckle.
White cloths grew from the ground, forming a throne-like chair. He sat down while keeping his glowing white eyes on Sera's perfect form.
His gaze held no lust or any particular emotion other than curiosity and intrigue. However, Sera still felt uncomfortable under his piercing eyes. They stared at her as if she were nothing but a mere, weak pawn.
In their previous brief battle, she already felt Purity's overwhelming power. He could've killed them both with ease, but instead the white knight fought without using any abilities, other than manipulating that strange fabric.
It made Sera wonder just how strong Purity really was. But since she preferred not to push her luck, she accepted the man's invitation for a conversation.
