"Who are you?"
Salanqi held the bone white magic wand, coldly inspecting Ronan up and down. The twilight of the setting sun cast upon him, releasing circular ripples of yellow light at the edges of the magic robe.
Ronan didn't answer, but at that moment, a gray moth took the initiative to fly towards Salanqi.
Salanqi seemed as if he couldn't see the moth at all, his eyes remained fixed on Ronan until the moth reached near him.
Some fluorescent-like phosphor powder fell from the thin wings of the moth, gently landing on Salanqi.
In an instant, Salanqi's expression changed dramatically, belatedly realizing the existence of the gray moth.
"Truth Discerning Moth?!"
He recoiled swiftly as if struck by electricity, frantically slapping his own body like a man on fire.
Ronan watched as the parts of Salanqi's face and hands, where the moth powder adhered, began to melt like wax, revealing skin beneath covered in triangular purple-black scales.
