120 A Shielding Umbrella, and the Conflicting Grass

"If you had possessed enough value, the old bastard would have sacrificed you to save his skin. Remember the fate of brother Jyunta before you choose your side."

The sentence was etched in her skull, showcasing staunch resistance when she tried to erase it using her Bone devour. The font was tiny, looking cursive, the depth and curves made in each letter were as if Hubert had taken his time to carve it on her skull.

'His comprehension of Bone Devour is terrifying; it is as if the Skill was made for him.' Havita controlled her expression of shock, letting out a wry smile, emitting her aura. Her aura was like an energy fluctuation that expelled all the blood and grime on her body, reverting her to her pristine state.