But here she, Melissa, was feeling a deep sadness over his death.
Was this grief born from not uncovering his secret?
Melissa felt uncertain, her heart tangled in confusion.
But she was sure of one thing: it wasn't just about the secret. Yes, it might hold great value for the entire empire, but it wasn't the kind of thing that would stir such powerful emotions within her.
As this uncertainty lingered in her mind like a fog…
The shadow demon lunged at her.
Her expression hardened, growing sharp with focus. She gripped her rapier, its blade floating beside her, supported by telekinesis, ready to defend herself.
But then, suddenly, a fist tore through the air and slammed into the shadow demon, sending it hurtling backward.
Zarek had somehow recovered from a mangled heap of flesh and blood—as if reborn anew. There wasn't a single scratch on his body.
'This power of time... it's incredible,' he muttered inwardly.
