Angel looked at Aoluxiya's shell, the porcelain-white body was covered in wounds, and the armor once inscribed with Abyssal Inscriptions had been completely scrapped. The most severely injured part was Aoluxiya's head, so badly burned by the flames of the Lord of the Flameless that even the brain matter inside was giving off a charred smell.
In the pouring rain, Aoluxiya's body was emitting a pungent white smoke.
Angel squatted down and was about to touch the shell when a hoarse plea sounded in his ears.
"Don't… proprietor…"
Angel's reaching hand paused midair and then slowly lowered.
He glanced from the corner of his eye to see Greerwu looking over with a face full of entreaty.
"Its body is already dead," Angel whispered with a sigh.
At that moment when Angel spoke, Greerwu was taken aback. With that tone of voice… could it be…
Greerwu immediately realized that the proprietor was still the proprietor and hadn't been possessed!
