"Indeed, beauty belongs only to the strong, this defines the strong."
Antanas sighed as well.
When she heard that Sigrid had broken through the Piercing Cold Hall, she knew the Blood King Palace had already started to smoke.
"Marquis Somerset, the Eighth Primogenitor, did you enjoy yourself hitting my civil official?"
Sigrid's gaze fixed on Marquis Somerset in the distant ruins, with an intent to pierce through his soul.
The moment she appeared, the atmosphere of the entire Hall of Annihilation changed.
"Bishop of Hegemony..."
Marquis Somerset stood up from the rubble, his face turning pale, a flash of fear in his eyes.
He knew that this werewolf's power far exceeded his own, and even the strength he prided himself on couldn't compete.
This was an existence he could never hope to reach.
