"I need your help." Luna's eyes met Luxen's silver ones as she squeezed the weapon in her grasp, then relaxed her hold before exchanging the knife for the Scythe of Death. There was no turning back now. No regrets. It wasn't just about sacrificing the Archdemon's blood and hers; she was putting her life on the line. As the Archdemon of Lust had said, they would never know if she didn't experiment.