Pallas and the battered Silver-Armored Spiritual Monarch stiffened in terror as a figure emerged from the shadows of the courtyard.
Their fear sharpened into awe the moment their eyes adjusted.
It was a girl.
No—something far beyond human beauty.
Long silver hair cascaded down her back like a river of starlight, flowing all the way to her ankles. Her dress fluttered faintly, its fringes revealing smooth, slender legs and jade-like feet untouched by dust. Her lashes curled delicately, framing a face so flawless she resembled a porcelain doll carved by the heavens.
But those eyes—those violet, crystalline eyes—blazed with fire, locking onto the path where Rose and Nux had vanished moments ago.
Her lips pressed into a thin line. Her small fists trembled as her chest rose and fell.
Her voice slipped out, sharp with venom.
"Dog man! I said—why did you rush out in such a hurry? So it was for her all along!"
The air crackled.
"He secretly raised a little lover behind my back?"
