The proud Elder Princess finally restrained her deliberate cruelty, discerning a warning in Ansel's eyes. Initially displeased, she huffed coldly, but her breathing soon quickened with excitement.
She was displeased that Ansel would go so far as to warn her using his very essence... Evora did not appreciate Ansel's excessive regard for the common folk. Knowing this, she emitted a heat that was inconsequential to extraordinary beings but unbearable for mortals as a form of provocation.
As for her excitement... it naturally stemmed from Ansel's power, his uniqueness.
Me, so strong, and Ansel, so closely aligned with the abyss, how powerful would our offspring… be!
Ansel ignored the intense desire in her eyes, his voice indifferent: "You have no reason to yield to me, and I have no reason to bow to you, Evora."
The young Hydral's exquisite scepter transformed into a hand cannon with a twist, a heavy and ornate masterpiece of the alchemist god.
