The Dragoon's Grief (2) (A Fervis Story)

"Someone like me shouldn't exist..."

However, the moment the words left my mouth, I saw a bright figure flying at me out of the corner of my eye. The bright figure was like a meteor flinging itself towards me at a terrifying speed. The motion was almost so fast that my eyes struggled to keep up with it and I hastily weaved my head to the left and avoided the figure's fist, which was engulfed with a subtle flame illuminated by a bluish tint.

After narrowing my eyes on the figure, they were immediately recognizable to me. Long cascading white hair, a pale complexion, and crimson red eyes. 'Fervene...' She met my gaze with a furious expression. Her round face was stoic with anger and she narrowed in on me as she observed me. 'Is it the Berserker blood again? But there is no change in her eyes and she isn't blindly attacking me... that previous one was extremely calculated and well-controlled.'

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