Northern slowly approached the trio, with a whitish orb in his hands. His face was stained with blood and emotionless.
He stopped in front of Raven, who cast an indifferent gaze on him, stared at the core in his hand, then materialized her sword.
With a quick movement of her hand, Raven's sword flashed and returned to where it was.
The small girl standing behind her slowly crumbled to her knees, a thin line appearing on her neck. As she fell, her head completely rolled away from her neck.
Northern's face paled as he watched Raven decapitate a young girl without even a slight show of emotion.
Just how much of a cold-blooded killer was she?
But he said nothing and just ground his teeth behind pursed lips.
Raven bent down, plunged her hands into the girl's chest, and pulled out another whitish orb, her hand covered in blood.
Northern then turned to Sura. He wouldn't lie; in this moment, he felt a lot of mixed emotions.
