"Gasp! Just what is going on here?!?"
Finally, you show up.
Vincent breathed a sigh of relief seeing her appear, though he kept his expression ice-cold. He'd acted calm and collected, looking cool and all, but internally he was kinda—no—quite scared. He was still stuck in the low refining realm while the hate-filled mercenary king glaring at him was at the peak of refined realm. If Marcus really wanted him dead, Vincent would be sporting a new ventilation hole in his chest right about now.
I need to find a way to get stronger. Fast.
