All of this—from the activation of the Golden Seraph Embrace to the rising tension now pressing on the air—had occurred in the span of a single breath.
In the eyes of the soldiers, it was almost too fast to follow.
A wide, confident sneer curled across Meguro's face, pride blooming in her chest like a poisonous flower. She had been moments away from mocking Damien, certain that his attempt on her life had failed... spectacularly.
But then—her expression froze.
Her pupils constricted.
A cold shiver ran down her spine as a suffocating pressure gripped her heart like an invisible hand.
Out of nowhere, an overwhelming sense of death slammed into her like a tidal wave, so heavy and oppressive it made her knees weaken slightly. Her breath caught.
What… is this feeling?
Beneath the radiant golden glow of the Golden Seraph Embrace, she had felt invincible. A walking fortress wrapped in divine light.
Who can threaten me? Who dares to make me feel like this?
