The smell of Mystra _1
Translator: 549690339
To the North of the ancestral temple.
In the dark and cold prison.
With a calm expression on her face, cesia listened to the howling of the wind in the cave.
She was holding a pair of thick horns in her hands.
His eyes were filled with thoughts ...
As an Eastern devil known for her cunning and cold-blooded nature, she knew that there was no perfect plan in this world.
In the process of carrying out a scheme, all sorts of variables were inevitable.
However, it was the first time she had encountered such a huge change.
"That man ..."
"Unfathomable."
When he thought of rose, who had been struck to death by the dragons and the stone pillar at the edge of the square ...
A shiver ran down her spine.
Her perception was always very sharp.
Even the Lord of the blood Crow territory did not give her as much pressure as that man in the vast " between purgatories "!
That claw and blade from the other party during the sneak attack earlier.