"Dad, stay here," Anna said suddenly, standing up from the ground.
Her gaze sharpened as she sensed the approach of three individuals. The distinct scent of their blood made it easy for her to figure out their identities; they were certainly no ordinary humans.
They had the same scent as the old man she had killed before, but theirs was noticeably weaker in comparison.
George could see the seriousness etched on his daughter's face. He felt the urge to reason with her, to just leave Reign behind , but he knew that she wouldn't listen to his words.
He knew all too well how deeply in love she was, to the extent that it bordered on mental disorder.
"Can you handle it?" He asked with a worried tone.
Anna turned toward him, wearing a confident smile.
"They're easy prey," she replied before utilizing her improved control of blood to increase her speed towards the depths of the forest, ready to confront the enemy head-on.
