Cold smiles spread across everyone else's faces...
Chapter 661: Each to Their Own Opponent
Kassa City!
On a street.
Flamme had stopped in her tracks.
At some point, thick white fog had spread through the air, enveloping the entire city.
"This isn't ordinary fog. It's magic?"
Flamme's eyes flickered as she looked at the people around her, who had already grown tense.
"This fog doesn't just obscure vision. It even restricts magic power detection to some extent."
"So your aim is to pick us off one by one?"
As she spoke, Flamme turned to look.
A tall figure had appeared at the end of the street without her noticing.
He was a handsome man dressed in luxurious clothes, with two horns growing from his head.
His gaze was indifferent, like ice frozen for ten thousand years, without the slightest trace of emotion.
"Yes, so I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to die."
Macht walked forward, his eyes showing neither sorrow nor joy.
There wasn't any killing intent in his words, or even malice.
It was as though killing was utterly inconsequential to him.
And that was indeed the case.
Even among Demons,
he was an exceptionally unusual existence.
Ordinary Demons couldn't emotionally empathize with intelligent beings at all.
But he didn't even experience emotional fluctuations.
Yet he had always devoted himself to helping humans and Demons understand one another and coexist. He truly was an anomaly.
"Macht, one of the Seven Sages of Destruction."
Flamme narrowed her eyes slightly, but she wasn't afraid.
She was one of humanity's foremost great Mages.
Encountering one of the Seven Sages of Destruction
simply meant a fight.
Besides, now that she was a Devil, she had an even stronger trump card. She had no reason to fear him.
"You seem quite confident."
Macht