On the ground, the Giant Eagle's body continued twitching as its blood flowed out. In moments, it had soaked its entire body.
Nero, transformed into a silver-gray leopard, began circling the Giant Eagle on the ground. "Mr. Death, you don't seem as powerful as I imagined. If you were a little fiercer, I'd be even happier."
At that moment, the Giant Eagle's eyes slowly closed. Clearly, the massive loss of blood had left its body unable to hold on.
At the same time, a faint, hazy shadow slowly emerged from the Giant Eagle's body.
Leopard Nero narrowed her eyes. "Mr. Death, are you about to transform again? ...Now this is more like it. A completely one-sided fight is so boring. Get me excited~"
The hazy figure gradually condensed into a two-meter-tall form, but its features could not be seen. Only two faint glimmers on its head looked like eyes... It resembled candle flames swaying in a breeze.
"I see." Its voice remained deep, as though the Giant Eagle's death had not affected it in the slightest. Looking at the leopard Nero before it, it slowly said, "Born from slaughter, reveling in killing—what a pitiful creature... You must have suffered a great deal in the past, haven't you? You endured things alone, things ordinary people could never imagine."
Its voice unknowingly grew gentler, almost a murmur.
Yet the leopard Nero merely yawned without the slightest reaction.
Its voice grew even softer, carrying a trace of pity and sorrow. "I don't know what you encountered in the past..."
"Stop--!"
Leopard Nero suddenly raised her paw.
Her words were interrupted directly. Apparently somewhat surprised, it could only silently look at her.
Leopard Nero crouched on the ground, picking at her ear with a tiny paw as she said absentmindedly, "I'm telling you, Mr.