As Hobart fled the battlefield, the Messenger's coffin stood upright.
Crack—the coffin lid separated from the coffin.
Amon's avatar reached out, trying to steal the thought of the creature inside the coffin.
But the moment He reached out, He stole another half-eaten donut. He immediately realized that His theft ability had been distorted.
Whoosh—the coffin lid smashed toward Amon's avatar.
Amon's avatar appeared not to move at all, yet He dodged the coffin lid's attack.
As if alive, the coffin lid spun in a circle and flew back beside the coffin, plunging into the ground with a thud.
Inside the upright coffin stood a beautiful woman in a classical court gown. She looked to be only in her twenties, her face deathly pale, a faint smile on her lips.
Her smile seemed playful, while her eyes held a trace of rebellion and frivolity.
A delicate metal crossbow rested by her left hand, while a wooden staff still bearing fresh leaves stood by her right.
Amon's avatar smiled. "Beautiful lady, you look like a vampire lady who has just awakened from legend."
"Ha." Messenger Beverly laughed. "Your skill at complimenting others has declined quite a bit."
Amon's avatar smiled. "We do know each other, don't we?"
Whoosh—at that moment, a burning mass of flame charged in from outside and formed a fiery human form in the Reception Room. "Sis, you really aren't dead!"
Beverly smiled at the fire man. "I knew the one to survive in the end would be you, you little clever thing."
Amon's avatar pinched the rim of His eye socket. "What a touching scene. Congratulations on your reunion."
Beverly said, "Same old rules!"
"Alright!" the fiery humanoid shouted, suddenly turning into a streak of fire and charging at Amon's avatar.
Though the fire man moved quickly, Amon's