"Just who the hell are you?!"
Cocona said coldly, lightning crackling continuously in her hands. The only reason she hadn't attacked yet was because a faint hope still lingered in her heart—a hope that Eryon was Eryon, that he had survived and escaped Lucian's scythe. It was a tiny hope, but it was enough to keep her calm for the moment.
Eryon smirked, and water suddenly surged out of nowhere, enveloping his entire body. When the water receded, it revealed the figure of a beautiful, elegant young woman—clearly Elena!
Boom! Bang!
Cocona nearly launched an attack on the spot, but her blows failed to land even a single strike on Elena. The powerful lightning she prided herself on seemed almost afraid, unwilling to get close to her.
"Impossible!" Cocona roared, preparing to strike again.
Silvanus stared at the damage stats on his card, his expression frozen. He almost couldn't maintain the act on his face.
