The young boy's ice-cold voice slowly echoed through the Divine Moon Gap.
His words were filled with such anger, as if coming from the deepest pits of hell, sending shivers down one's soul.
The anticipated pain and torment did not arrive; Tiya subconsciously opened her eyes.
Through her tear-blurred vision, a tall and shadowy figure suddenly stood in front of her.
The voice was so familiar, yet the silhouette presented before her was so alien.
That could not possibly be a posture any normal human being could exhibit.
At a glance, the broken, sky-obscuring Demon Wings, the strong and clear muscle outlines, the flowing black mire... All sorts of twisted and evil elements congealed onto the same person.
Other than "Demon," Tiya could not come up with any other words to describe him.
She should not have any intersection with such an evil existence.
That would have been right.
