Compared to her engaging historical discussions at the Salon, Selana was undoubtedly looking less impressive at the moment.
Even standing up from the ground seemed to expend a great deal of her strength.
On her face, one could see specks of light flickering intermittently, each glint illuminating a patch of illusory flesh and blood.
This scene felt somewhat familiar; during their first encounter, Selana had tried to withstand a blow from him with this very tactic.
Unfortunately, her current state appeared more like an involuntary action due to the oppressive presence of the Red Moon compelling her body to react.
Furthermore, at the corner of Selana's mouth, one could faintly discern the telltale petite Fangs.
It was clear she was facing a terrible suppression.
But even so, she chose not to simply walk away; instead, she took step by step, advancing forward.
"You have disappointed me so!"
As she moved, Ember's voice once again filled the air.
