Relief subtly washed over Isola's face as his killing intent subsided and her body relaxed. Her gaze held a curious blend of uncertainty and a grim determination while still trying to compose herself after digesting all those memories she saw.
"You…You are the dead Hunter named the Golden Prince, or…you once was?" Isola asked with a trembling gaze as she added in a low voice, "I am asking…because I still can't believe a dead Hunter is standing before me in the body of an alien demon," Isola expressed her disbelief as she exhaled. She felt him being an alien was somehow related to all this.
Asher, having suppressed his killing intent, now had a solemn demeanor. He looked at Isola, a fathomless depth hidden in his seemingly chilly eyes.
