Within the Duke's manor.
Madelyn, dressed in red, looked like a demon lord born from a bath of fresh blood. The waves of crimson energy radiating from her sliced through the void, leaving behind lingering black scars that didn't fade for a long time.
Locked in the crimson ripples, Taylor felt as though he was staring death in the face, his scalp tingling with fear.
But just at that critical moment, Taylor was suddenly stunned.
The crimson energy surging toward him abruptly froze in the air, as if held in place.
Then, the space behind the blood-clad woman suddenly split open on both sides, like a door slowly opening.
A tall woman with a mask, her figure slender and curvaceous, her long lashes fluttering, and an expression of pride, stepped out.
Her movements were slow, but with her sudden appearance, time seemed to freeze in this part of the world.
