"————"
At that moment, the hand of the black shadow behind Lasha, along with the thick evil intent emanating from it, was frozen in mid-air.
Pan Demnim fell silent, looking at Lasha, still with her back to him, not moving at all, then looked at Lilith's delighted face, ready to strike him at any moment, and after a while, finally withdrew his hand.
She turned around to look behind her.
There, at some point, a figure had appeared.
"Are you the Evil God that Lasha and Lilith mentioned last time?"
Shane gazed at Pan Demnim, whose body outline was the only visible part, and after a brief glance, he covered his nose.
"Such a stench."
What he referred to was naturally not a smell, but the evil intent emanating from Pan Demnim.
Pan Demnim ignored Shane's disdainful expression, merely looked at this Hero who had appeared silently and mysteriously, and sighed.
