Violet stood tall and silent beside Qin Chu, her expression icy cold.
She exuded an aura of unshakeable determination.
This was her only sore point, the Storm Temple had already been shattered, and even the Lord of Storm she worshipped had fallen. In this world, the only person Violet cared about was Qin Chu, and she would not allow anyone to harm him.
Be it Death Knight Karthas or even Saint Monica, Augustus himself, Violet remained undaunted.
With a buzz... dark energy surged around them.
The energy contained within Karthas's body, forcibly dispersed by Violet's sudden intervention, transformed into a gust of wind that blew through her long hair, revealing a neck as slender as a swan's, and her ash-gray eyes filled with murderous intent.
A gurgling sound came from Karthas's throat, he was not eloquent to begin with, and now, consumed by anger and resentment, he could not utter a single word.
Violet.
It was this woman again.
