Watching the man before him effortlessly heal the burly man's arm that had been burned away by Black Fire, "Jason Belia's" ruined face twisted into a feral expression.
His face had been slashed to a complete mess by ice crystals, yet no blood flowed from beneath those cuts. Instead, pale, tender skin could faintly be seen.
"Who exactly are you?" Jason... for now, he would still call her Jason. Her eyes were fixed tightly on Sno, while her peripheral vision constantly swept the surroundings. Yet she discovered in horror that even those who had collapsed from her Disease Aura had already risen again and moved away as if nothing had happened, as though they had not noticed the brutal battle here at all.
"That's what I should be asking you, Mr. Demoness. You aren't Jason Belia, are you?" The corners of Sno's mouth lifted slightly as he quietly watched the Demoness wearing human skin.
Jason Belia was a Desire Apostle, and Sno had a fairly good relationship with Duke Negan's wife. If possible, he ought to lend a hand, both emotionally and morally. But Duke Negan himself was a target of the Twilight Homebody Association.
He was a pillar standing against the torrent of the times, someone Adam had to eliminate through "legal means."
Adam did not strike at him directly only because The Writer's godhood ritual required guidance rather than personal action. But if Sno directly intercepted Jason Belia, he would inevitably fall into Adam's sight.
Even with White Horse is Not a Horse blocking him, given Adam's ability as a veteran Spectator, he would never overlook someone who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. In the end, White Horse is Not a Horse only blocked "mystical observation"; it did not truly make him disappear.
Since he could not