Like the footsteps of a Demon.
Although he himself was a Demon, at this moment, deep within Lessa's heart, such a thought arose. That unparalleled fear, the rampant destruction, the suffocating killing intent—like the very embodiment of the word "Demon" itself… He slowly turned his head, only to see the gray haze of dust gradually dispersing, and from within emerged a Steel Warrior clad in pitch-black armor, with eyes emitting a chilling red glow.
"So, it's you?"
Looking at the Steel Warrior before him, Lessa sneered coldly.
"Even though Liliath hasn't gathered enough pieces, she still deliberately proposed a ranking game. At that moment, I had suspected she might have some hidden trump card. But I never expected her trump card to be something like this… Hmph, you think this is enough to stop the marriage contract between us? Who are you? Why are you helping Liliath? Answer me!"
".........…"
