章節 126: falling from grace.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of the rain pounding into the concrete.

The workers didn't know how to react—they just watched on, frozen in shock. The fierce aura radiating from the crimson-haired woman pressed against their weaker Souls like the Angel Themselves, forcibly slowing their thoughts and actions.

The white-bearded Chief of Staff was rigid in Lynn's grasp, a dagger against his throat and another pressed in the small of his back. Flame-blessed might have a natural resistance to each other's Flame, but only a Flameguard could survive a lethal attack from such close range.

I'm sorry Gunther, I really am.

Lynn bit her lip and tasted blood. Then, taking on the mantle of the villain she'd sworn to play, she tightened her grip around Gunther's neck.