"So I was right…" The Ancestor murmured while nodding and smiling joyously. "Devour is found!"
"Devour?" Immediately something triggered in my mind. Something which I had forgotten in the hecticness of the situation.
[Take that you bastard!] I remember Amelia Dragonos snarling viciously. [I know you've got your hands on devour! Now go to sleep… and let me cut you up like a pig like you did to my mecha!]
"Oh my God. Amelia Dragonos knows I have devour! She said that before she splashed some sort of green virus on me that invaded my body and destroyed almost every bit of my red energy!" I shouted.
"Amelia Dragonos? The Russian Fifth Princess?" The Ancestor asked. "Why am I only hearing about it now?"
The Ancestor glared at Bruce.
"Heheh, they must have forgotten to debrief him. You know that the Whitefrost Clan had a near tragedy recently, right." Bruce answered rather sheepishly.
