บท 672: BLACK RAIN AND DARK SKY (14)

"What is bothering you, Abby?" Liam hugged her from behind and she leaned her back against his chest, feeling the comfort of his presence. If there was something good of having this title as the Serafim, it must be him. 

Because of this damned title, she could meet with him and they could be together. 

"She is… more powerful than me, Liam. I can feel it."

Liam immediately knew, who 'she' Abby was referring to. "Nonsense. You are the Serafim, Abby. No people more powerful than you, not even the magic user and now the signs of the Decratic has slowly appeared, you are the Serafim, who is destined to end it."

Abby shook her head. Liam couldn't understand what she meant, because he adamant to put her in pedestal when in truth, she was nothing, but the weakest Serafim alive, just like what those people said about her. 

"No, Liam. It's different. She is different." 

"Because of the similarity between you two?"