The words of the commander of the Demon Clan not only plunged the Oceanic Clan into despair but also pierced Lazuli's heart like a sharp dagger.
"The Angel Race... they really have colluded with the Demon Clan..."
Lazuli's twelve wings trembled slightly beyond her control, her nails digging deeply into her palm.
The thing she feared the most seemed to be unfolding before her eyes...
Those imprisoned clan members are probably doomed!
Aster Grant sensed Lazuli's emotional turmoil keenly, and without a word, he reached out to gently place his hand on the trembling shoulder of the Little Angel.
The warmth from his palm helped Lazuli regain her composure little by little.
"Now is not the time for wild thoughts."
Upon hearing this message, Lazuli gradually recovered her rationality.
She took a deep breath, the confusion in her eyes slowly replaced by determination.
The specific situation of her clan can only be understood once she reaches the Angel Race herself.
