She gently patted Ling's back, signaling with a tender yet reluctant gaze for her to leave this warm embrace for now.
Then Sakura took a deep breath, complex emotions flickering in her pale violet eyes.
"I understand my responsibility, Moros. I will fulfill our contract and become your blade, but before that, please allow me to say a few more words to Ling."
Although his gaze remained as cold as ever, Moros ultimately gave a slight nod, tacitly granting Sakura's request.
But at that moment, Ling seemed to sense something from Sakura and Moros's conversation, and her emotions suddenly spiraled out of control.
"Don't bully my sister!"
She roared furiously. Her newly formed body instantly burst into a cloud of black mist, and like a vengeful spirit set ablaze by rage, she lunged at Moros without a care for anything else.
"No!"
At the sight, intense fear and unease surged through Sakura's heart.
She cried out urgently, trying to stop this pointless conflict.
Sakura knew all too well how powerful a necromancer was. It was a terrifying force beyond imagination.
Even though Ling had awakened as the Twelfth Herrscher and gained unprecedented power, before Moros, she was no more than an ant trying to shake a tree. She was absolutely no match for him.
Moreover, Sakura had learned from Moth to Fire's database of the bone-chilling ruthlessness of Moros the necromancer.
The horrifying sight of countless bones piled beneath his staff clearly spoke of his cruelty and mercilessness.
She absolutely did not want Ling to be harmed in this battle of vastly unequal strength because of a momentary impulse.
"Don't worry. For your sake, I won't do anything to her."
As he spoke, the necromancer raised a hand and pointed at the approaching Herrscher of Corrosion.
At his will, time