Bab 1199: Stalling Trap

Inside a modern-style bedroom was a woman, sitting cross-legged on the bed.

A crimson aura was swaying around her body as she seemed to be in a deep meditation.

Soon enough, her eyelids twitched as the crimson aura surrounding her began to waver and dissipate into nothingness. Her eyes opened slowly, revealing a sharp pair of deep red irises glistening with energy—as swirling black patterns danced inside them like dark currents in a blood-red sea.

Her gaze fixed ahead as she seemed to be in a profound contemplation.

Finding what was in her mind problematic, she sighed deeply.

Despite the tension in her body was still strong, she laid back on the bed.

Concern could be seen etched onto her features, the weight of a brewing storm casting dark shadows, over her expression. "How did it end up like this?" She whispered—inwardly. "I also began to not believe that the Angel race would do something like this..."