She couldn't openly scold him right now, especially when he was actively plotting to conquer yet another ridiculously dangerous female.
But her violet eyes were sharp with genuine suspicion.
The silver-haired woman's strength was deeply unnatural. She possessed raw power that easily eclipsed any typical S-rank hero.
It wasn't that Ytrisia's senses were sealed; it was just blatantly obvious. The stranger displayed multiple, terrifying abilities.
She moved far faster than the naked eye could track, and the sickening way she had casually absorbed the glowing vitality from Alath's severed head defied all known logic.
She either had multiple awakened cores merged into one, or she belonged to a monstrous, ancient bloodline.
"Yeah, I do," Cruxius replied.
It was a vague, dismissive agreement, but he knew exactly where Ytrisia's unease was coming from.
Evangeline's abilities broke every rule of logic. And it made perfect sense, considering the dark history he knew so well.
