124 Emilia Darkheart

Adrian was still relaxing on the high treetop when the exceedingly alluring woman approached him.

Adrian stood up and jumped down to the ground, landing safely on his feet.

She lowered herself to the ground. Both of her bare feet touched the dusted ground.

"Congratulations, mother." Adrian smiled. His expression was contrasting to the messy situation he was in. "You have reached level 9."

But she frowned and rushed towards him, her steps were as graceful as graceful could be. The silver dress which dazzled even without the little moonlight that passed through the stubborn clouds, fluttered with the now gentle breeze.

She put her crystalline hands on both of his shoulders. "Are you okay, dear?" Her silver eyes, which seemed to have dimmed down a little, scanned through his torn clothes.

She turned him around. Her dimming eyes suddenly blazed again, this time- in rage. She gritted her teeth. Bruises covered his back.