The love Ben felt was real, but it was not romantic.
To him, Apophis felt like a rare, legendary character in a game, something powerful, unique, and meant to belong to him.
That feeling was the only reason he made this choice.
Otherwise, he would have drained her dark aether dry and left her sealed here forever.
Apophis let out a dry laugh.
Her eyes narrowed.
"You think you can beat me here?
Now?" she asked.
"Yes," Ben replied.
His lips curled into a grin. "You are panicking, aren't you?
Your focus is split.
You are busy dealing with the system.
Otherwise, why even bother talking to me at all?"
Apophis's aura flared.
In the next instant, she moved.
She attacked without another word.
But her power was completely suppressed now.
Her strength was heavily nerfed.
Dark liquid trailed behind her fists as she struck.
Each attack missed, cutting through empty air as Ben dodged with ease.
"You have slowed down," he teased.
