Making a joke, at this moment Eve actually felt a trace of emotion.
If everything were truly as she imagined, Eve should be lying on the beach, soaking up the warm sun, rather than struggling to survive in this crazed storm.
Thinking of this, Eve amused herself, her smile gradually turned bitter, then her expression returned to coldness.
It was merely an illusion, Eve knew very well that her life wouldn't follow such a trajectory, even without Lorenzo, even without all that she had gone through, she still wouldn't live that kind of life.
Her body flowed with forbidden blood, both a curse and a blessing.
Eve was a born Ranger, she would eventually return to the darkness, it was only a matter of time.
Leaning on her Folding Blade, sitting in the corner, she was regaining her strength, and with just a little more rest, she was ready to leave, heading towards Gawain's stronghold, and it was at this moment that Eve heard footsteps emanating from the street.
Demon?
