By the time Ward regained his footing, Lorelei, who was beside him, finally staggered up from the floor.
Lorelei's hands and feet were already somewhat uncoordinated. The agonizing pain that had felt like being torn apart had left her muscle tissue not yet fully healed.
Her formerly alluring gaze looked somewhat viciously at Leo, but it held no killing intent at all. She herself understood that she had already lost, and what awaited her was most likely countless years of imprisonment in Asgard.
Lorelei sat in one of the seats nearby. The soreness in her limbs made her afraid to move recklessly.
The moment she had completely abandoned control over those hostages, she had already lost any chance of victory.
But Lorelei was still unwilling to accept defeat. At the very least, the collar that had originally restricted her abilities had been damaged and rendered useless, and she could still move freely and use her powers.
For Lorelei, the only faint opportunity left was to enchant Golden Legend, the person who posed the greatest threat to her.
As long as she controlled Golden Legend, Lorelei would control the entire civilization of Earth.
But as she looked at Leo's back, Lorelei's heart was still filled with intense fear. That fear was so oppressive that she could hardly move.
Her foot shifted slightly, but the pain in her legs as she took that small step snapped her back to reality.
Moreover, Ward was still watching her. His hatred for her had reached its peak. If she made even the slightest move, he would certainly tell Leo and give her no opportunity at all.
Lorelei sat back down, watching Leo's tall, straight back as strange light flickered in her eyes.
*I only have one chance, and I only need one chance. As long