"..."
Seraph knelt on the ruined ground, her breath ragged, her once-pristine robes torn and dirtied. The Horror Specters loomed around her, their grotesque forms pulsing with malevolent energy, ready to strike at Ater's command.
Once filled with confidence and superiority, her golden eyes now held only fear and resignation.
But—
'I just have to play along for now… just for now…'
—The flames of defiance in her heart were far from extinguished.
There was no way the higher-ups would let things slide like this. Now that Rey had proven to be a lot more dangerous than initially calculated, there would be greater measures taken against him.
She just had to bide her time until then.
"Huu…" Rey exhaled slowly, his body now fully recovered.
He stepped slightly ahead of Ater, who remained composed, hands tucked into the pockets of his black suit. His crimson eyes gleamed with amusement as he gazed down at Seraph like she was nothing more than an amusing failure.
