"Wha—what's wrong with them?" Xia Xue stared blankly at those who had become bizarre, trembling as she leaned towards Consort Ling.
"Troy is here." Consort Ling, tense from the continuous mutations, scanned the surroundings and pulled Xia Xue into his protective circle, stepping back through a door on the left. Just then, the person who had been holding tight suddenly bit down on Consort Ling's arm.
Consort Ling, unprepared, widened his eyes in disbelief as he watched the change in Xia Xue. Her beautiful pupils were tinged with blood, and the pain in his arm almost prompted him to strike back; but it was Xia Xue, so his outstretched hand stopped mid-air. The now irrational Xia Xue took advantage of Consort Ling's hesitation, lunging at him and pinning him down on the stage, biting into his shoulder and tearing off a piece of flesh to chew.
