Chapter 173 - A New Deal for a New Dyne(I)

By the time the steward had exhausted the enemy munitions, the sun had set and rose again. Battered and bleeding, his once exquisite robes turned tattered and stained. His face was scratched and dirty from when he had been slammed into the glaciers. He had recalled the person responsible but couldn't understand why she was so angry or vindictive. Even when he fought Descent, she only forced him to yield and let go.