The Pill Damage hit me hard, draining all color from my face and sapping every ounce of strength from my body in an instant.
Watching me in this pathetic state, everyone around couldn't stop their mocking sneers.
Even Violet Seth, who stood right next to me, looked completely baffled.
With such pitiful power, why would I dare march into the Ice Palace to meet my death?
"So, how about handing over that mask," Victor said, stepping closer and looking down at me.
I wiped the blood trickling from my mouth, pushed myself up from the ground, and slowly worked to get my body back under control.
"Only four half-step Martial Sages in your whole Ice Palace?" I said with a sneer.
Victor's eyebrow shot up as he mocked back, "What, four half-step Martial Sages aren't enough to finish you off?"
I looked around, genuinely confused, and asked, "There's one thing I can't figure out. Barely anyone knows about this mask. How did you guys at the Ice Palace find out?"
