Orlyn's face paled as he realized who it was.
As they turned a corner, the source of the footsteps came into view.
"Yo, we meet again. Why are you running so fast? You can't escape anyway." Kenny Lin greeted them with a relaxed tone.
Sycamore's eyes shone with an intense light as he saw Amalia appear unscathed.
His gaze felt as though it was dissecting his body, scrutinizing every detail.
Perfect—an absolutely flawless physique.
Even among the royal bloodlines, he had never seen such perfection.
Yes, in his eyes, the human body was even more refined than that of his own species.
Their kind had large, cumbersome bodies that struggled with precision and fine motor tasks.
Only in humanoid form did they come close, which was why Sycamore always presented himself in human form, rarely revealing his true shape.
"Keep staring, and I'll dig out your eyeballs," Kenny Lin warned with a sidelong glance.
Sycamore's eyes instantly felt as though they might bursts.
