Davis turned speechless, his expression turning awkward as what he said wasn't the least bit consoling.
If women were captured, then even without having to think, anyone with a sense of danger would know what would happen next. Although it was known to them that there were eyes peering at them from above, perhaps looking at each of their actions and judging them, killing was still allowed. If killing was truly allowed, so was everything else.
"Excuse me. I would have to… take my leave."
Cyclonis Blizzara cupped hands to Davis, her head lowering, but Davis shook his head.
"You're planning on saving them? It's too late, and you're not powerful enough."
"Even so…"
Cyclonis Blizzara clenched her teeth, unable to continue as she felt intense wrath enveloping her. She couldn't believe she was useless at the moment as her prowess wasn't on par with these so-called Heavenly Monarchs.
