Chapitre 228: Killing Vincent

Zorvax, clutching the enigmatic cube, paused to look in the direction Vincent had escaped. His expression was pensive, a furrow forming between his brows as he weighed the gravity of the situation. Slowly, he turned to face Ophelia, his eyes searching hers for an answer to an unspoken question.

"Do you really want to kill Vincent?" Zorvax queried, his voice deep and steady, yet tinged with a seriousness that underscored the importance of her answer.

Ophelia's reaction was instantaneous. Her face twisted with a mix of rage and fierce determination, her eyes blazing with the intensity of her emotions. She clenched her fists, her whole body tensing as if ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.

"Yes, I absolutely want to kill that son of a bitch," she declared with vehemence, her voice resonating with a fervor that left no room for doubt. Her stance was aggressive, embodying the full extent of her resolve and desire for retribution.