"Mother?" Lionel looked at Aria with a questioning gaze as soon as he felt a mighty force emitting strongly from Aria.
So what if these two adults were her sons? Aria knew Jerome and Lionel were still toddlers and lived under the Whitebridge pack's wings in the werewolf realm. Or maybe what she saw wasn't just an illusion but a future that was about to happen. As a mother, how could she allow it?
"Mother, what are you going to do?"
Aria only gave a small smile without providing an answer to Lionel. Jerome's black snake was getting fiercer and more aggressive in attacking her, feeling her power, but the snake couldn't hurt him in front of Aria—the demigod.
A pair of Jerome's eyes turned dark red like a red moon about to swallow all the light and darkness to form a void dimension.
"Impossible. I am the god of chaos that all living things fear the most. How could you possibly withstand my power?"
