After sewing controlled the warriors under her command to complete the crusade against the Scourge of the Eric Forest, she finally woke up from her own space of consciousness.
“You’re finally awake.”
Sewing’s eyes lit up again. Her eyeballs rolled for a moment, and she looked up at the Dark Elf standing in front of her.
An ear-piercing laughter echoed throughout the dungeon. Needle did not say anything the moment she recognized thousand-face. An incomprehensible smile appeared on her face.
“We’re not in the court anymore!”
Thousand-face tried her best to control her anger, but she still reached out and grabbed needle’s collar.
“So What? Do You Want Me To Beg You for mercy? You’re the one who was abandoned by your own race...”
