Wanting To Kill?

Clara's gaze fell on Davis and the others, causing Myria to narrow her eyes.

A bad feeling emerged in her heart, sensing the hostile intent emanating from Clara toward her.

Clara took a step into the air and flew towards them. Her figure slowly flew towards them, and her eyes still seemed calm, but she seemed to be in a bind as Davis could see her fingers twitching.

He finally narrowed his eyes, standing up on the branch, causing Clara to stop in mid-air and float there for a moment. Her gaze flickered at Davis, her eyes shining with a different gleam than what she had looked at before.

However, she closed her eyes, seemingly focusing her mind as her face scrunched up behind her translucent veil.

"Clara?" Davis tried calling out with a gentle tone, causing Clara to quiver.

"Certainly… the need to kill Myria is real… but it's not uncontrollable..."