Just as Asar felt despair and prepared to face death, she was astonished to find...
The expected pain did not come?
'I am still alive??'
At the same time, a clear, icy, comforting yet chilling voice quietly entered Asar's ears.
—"If he dies, I will be very troubled."—
'This voice? Who?'
An unfamiliar voice she had never heard before, but at this moment, it strangely gave Asar a sense of reassurance. After all... although the voice was indifferent and ruthless, the person behind it clearly intended to stop Heidely.
For a moment, Asar's heart, quieted by despair, once again ignited a glimmer of hope.
Tremblingly, Asar struggled to open her eyes.
The first thing that caught her sight was undoubtedly Heidely's claws wrapped in black mist.
