"…"
Myria almost spat blood as she heard Davis's imitation rudely talking about her.
Is that what he was thinking about all day, or perhaps months, as she from time to time could sense his gaze?
However, her injuries to the soul were so severe that she couldn't divert her focus elsewhere, forcefully calming herself as she returned to healing her soul as life energy kept overflowing her Eternal Life Soul, practically repairing itself.
Evelynn and the others looked worried more so than ever because the fake didn't seem to be lying but understood that it could still hide things. Hence, their hearts were still calm.
Davis lightly shook his head, unable to believe that his confidence to defeat someone who owned Fallen Heaven was overwhelming. What gave him the idea that he could essentially win against someone like that?