121 Cliché

Coles let out a roar and retreated. The dagger in his hand, which was already red-hot, fell to the ground with a clang, causing a few sparks to fly.

Blake's remains fell onto the obsidian round table. The two crows perched on his shoulder flapped their wings in shock and flew up. But in the next second, they were blasted into a black mist by an invisible force and slowly sucked into Coles' body.

"How is it? How does it feel to be completely betrayed?"

Memory fragments kept flashing in Coles' mind. Beatrice's voice seemed to come from afar.

Coles was speechless for a long time. He did not immediately experience the power that the quasi-Void Sovereign stature gave him, nor did he feel Black Crow Gaze, which he controlled three-quarters of.

He only silently looked at the charred burn marks on his palms.

In the Moon Realm, will was power itself, and the memories left behind by the other party burned his palm like scorching flames.