"That Dungeon Core is my souvenir for Ms. Marionette... So don't you dare take it, you burnt hag!"
Fear overwhelmed everyone else as the threatening, dangerous aura engulfed the entire throne chamber, and the flaring light of the Beast Lord's vermilion wings illuminated every corner of the hall.
"I dare you to say that again, cursed eyes," Cyra said, her voice deep and cold—completely contrasting the disintegrating heat radiating from her as she hovered mid-air above the now crumbling throne.
Her words weren't intended as a command nor as a threat but, to be exact, a challenge. And Lynn was more than inclined to accept it.
Arezu, Kurea, Liz, and Beatrix quickly covered Lynn's lips right after she spoke, their hands stacked on top of each other. However, Lynn was already one step ahead.
