"Haha, Nightmare, as a capable general of Hades, you were injured and captured by Refining Mo; they surely won't let this slide easily. Therefore, rather than waiting for death, it's better to take the initiative to strike." Illusion Fox looked into Nightmare's eyes with profound meaning, and her frail demeanor couldn't hide the rage within.
"Bastard." Nightmare hissed with exhaustion.
"It won't be long before they come. Guess what awaits them." Illusion Fox's words carried a playful tone.
"If they have even a scratch, I will never let you go." Nightmare cursed.
"Star Lian, I am doing this for you. Refining Mo promised me that as long as the people of Netherworld Palace are eliminated, he will spare you and forgive past grievances, allowing you to rejoin the Tomb Spirit Organization. Then, we can be together again." Illusion Fox's smile was a bit morbid, even referring to him as Star Lian, as the scene from five years ago once again surfaced in her mind.
