"That's really sad to hear, but the saddest to me is where you said you have lost your humanity. Which I don't really think you have. Have you?" Zeras asked with a raised eyebrow as he looked into her crimson eyes.
Those eyes had undergone a massive change from green to red, and in them, he could see a feral burning rage and thirst for blood that were currently at bay.
He could only wonder what would happen once she ran mad with bloodlust. Still, there was something left in those eyes, concealed by the feral rage that took up the majority of her eyes.
"I don't think I do, not like it matters..." She replied as Zeras' eyebrows furrowed in worry, but soon relaxed.
"Yeah, does it even matter? They aren't dealing with humans here in the upper realms, so why should they care if they could still retain their humanity or not?
The Angelia race, who were advocates for justice, were idiots, who were simply afraid of getting pushed away from their pinnacle.
