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"Arrogance or stupidity—it can only be one of the two if someone has chosen to raise a hand against us at our own doorstep. Surely, it must be stupidity. Wouldn't you agree, Enigma?" The one called Paradox spoke unhurriedly.
Paradox was a voluptuous woman with long black hair tied up neatly and a pair of alluring light silver eyes. She wore an elegant yet loosely fitting set of martial robes with the image of a siren on the back as she glanced over at the man to Smiling Demon's right side.
"A foolish endeavor," Enigma replied indifferently.
Enigma stood slouched over with poor posture. He had pale skin and dark circles under his cold blue eyes as if he had not slept for days. However, it was well hidden behind a featureless mask. His spiky black hair was neither long nor short but somewhat disheveled.
