"Celeste Grant, I won't let you get away with this."
Celeste Grant sneered.
"Hah. As if you ever have."
She waved her hand dismissively.
"Finish them."
"Yes, ma'am."
They had had their fun, toyed with them long enough.
The disciples from the Bloodfiend Den moved to snap their necks, but just then, something unexpected happened.
An unknown power suddenly erupted from Jocelyn Grant, blasting away the few Demon Cultivators surrounding them.
The two of them vanished in an instant.
No, they left a leg behind.
It was Silas Stowe's.
The young man in black had chopped it off the very instant they disappeared.
"What happened? How did they escape?"
"There's something strange about that woman."
'They sure ran fast.'
'Just as I thought.'
It was exactly as she'd expected.
Celeste Grant watched the two of them tear open a rift in space and disappear, then lowered her head, lost in thought.
