Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Seven
From the balcony of Crow's obsidian-cast castle, Sasha—the divine rank swordwoman and his first divine unit—watched with narrowed eyes as Lyravex clung to Crow.
Her grip on her blade's hilt tightened, the divine aura subtly flaring around her as her lips curled in a faint scowl.
"That clingy support girl again…" she muttered under her breath.
Every moment Lyravex pressed herself closer to Crow, Sasha's temper simmered. She wasn't impulsive, but when it came to him, logic gave way to emotion.
"If she touches him again…"
A shadow passed behind her—Velena, the Fallen Valkyrie—sensed the tension and whispered,
"Sasha. Don't draw your blade in the castle. Not unless you want a war."
Sasha didn't respond. Her eyes never left Crow.
Jealousy among the divine burned hotter than any flame.