But Sylvia, she couldn't turn her gaze from Cy's eyes, both were locked together, Cy's own filled with no emotions and Sylvia's filled with fear.
"I advise you all leave," said Cy, calm, cold and emotionless.
Considering Cy's words to be that of a comedian, the five angels excluding Sylvia all laughed at Cyrus.
If our protagonist wanted, he would have just turned on his cloak while coming here and slaughtering them all without hesitation, but that would be too tiring, and he needs all the energy he can get to face Mongrel.
"Well, I'll advise you to f**k off before I gush out your internal organs without breaking a sweat," a random angel retorted.
The man was about to meet his demise, but Sylvia stretched her hands out, stopping him. "Don't listen to him... We should leave."
"What? After we've gotten this far? Who is he anyway, and why are you taking orders from him?" the man questioned.
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