Lia stared at the scene of Grey plunging his sword deep into the Abyssal being — into Zeryth's chest — ending his life with mixed emotions.
The things that had happened today, if she told anyone, nobody would believe them.
An evolver who had just awakened a week ago had subdued a late-stage first-ranker.
The man she thought incapable of becoming an evolver a week ago had now already surpassed her in strength.
From afar, Grey looked like a menacing death god; the longsword pulsed with energy as he coldly stared down at Zeryth with a grim smile.
This scene would forever be etched into Lia's memory. Never to be forgotten, even in the moment of death.
A being who defied all odds to rise beyond his enemies — that was Grey Lockhart.
An unstoppable force of nature that not even death could take hold of.
Just then, Lia noticed movement from behind her. Because she couldn't turn her head around, she couldn't see who it was.
Swoosh!
