'Hah?'
'This voice…'
As these words entered her ears, Yumo's eyes suddenly narrowed, and a puzzled emotion filled her. The memories in her brain flickered like a slide show, rapidly playing in Yumo's mind.
Without a doubt, the being shrouded in black mist that appeared before her, Yumo had seen it before.
But,
This voice, Yumo had heard a few times. Although the number of times could be counted on one hand, it left the girl with an indelible memory.
Whether it was over four hundred years ago, when she first faced the human alliance's attack; or when she sensed divine power in the Wind City; or during the battle at the Red Moon Tower...
Yumo had heard such a voice.
When the shadow power within her body was on the verge of losing control, when her will could not suppress the innate demonic instincts, all these time she lose control, that was because of this voice…
