"Tsk, tsk. The newcomers these days are truly frightening."
At the East City Gate, Berna stroked his thick chin and widened his eyes. Clearly, what had just happened had shocked him.
"That speed isn't something a level-nine elf should have, is it? A royal family member? No, that can't be. Didn't they say royal family members weren't allowed in this time? Besides, those pupils are rather unusual. They feel somewhat familiar."
The stout, thickset Berna furrowed his brows. Just as he was about to search through the depths of his memory for information related to that eye shape, a chill suddenly swept over him from behind.
"Has the ancient bloodline truly been forgotten to this extent? You're actually a sorcerer of your level, yet you didn't recognize her at first glance?"
Berna was startled. His mechanical armor activated instantly, but the moment its core powered up, a slender, delicate finger pressed against his back, causing the metal spreading over his body to instantly recede!
The muscles throughout Berna's body stiffened completely, and a bead of cold sweat slid across his forehead.
Who is this?
Berna took a breath and cautiously turned around. When he looked back, his heart clenched again. At some point, the Iron Forest behind him had been frozen solid in black ice. The entire forest was filled with an indescribably eerie atmosphere!
There had been such a huge commotion, yet he had not sensed anything just now?
"Long time no see, Berna." A gentle voice came from beneath the black cloak. The mysterious person who had restrained Berna slowly removed the hood from her head, revealing a pale yet stunningly beautiful face!
The moment he saw that face, all color drained from Berna's face as well.
"It's you!!"—
The situation might be more troublesome than expected.
Demon