Seeing that Hodell was unmoved, he opened his arms and hugged the girl in his arms tightly, in a protective posture, with deep worry in his eyes.
He did not know what was wrong with her.
A sudden violent energy.
Perhaps it was a fallen demon, because he felt the familiarity of this dark force.
.. No, it couldn't be a fallen devil.
He was the dark God, and he had never felt any signs of degeneration from her.
"Clorya ..."
The black-haired girl pursed her lips, and an obvious impatience appeared. She said word by word, ""Get out of the way."
She turned the sickle in her hand.
The threat was obvious.
Beside her, Cyril also called out to her softly, ""Master."
The young girl turned her head and glanced at him. Her eyes were indifferent, and there was nothing in them. It was as if she suddenly did not recognize them.