Abellona's eyes remained fixed on the bastard, his calm and confident expression, that same arrogant look.
This was definitely him, the man she had been looking for all this time… Damian.
Or actually, Damon Grey.
It was frustrating to think about, but while she had bared her heart out to him, the bastard had actually lied to her.
He didn't even have the decency to tell her his real name. Then again, what could she expect from a man who had left her alone in a dungeon.
'I was actually worried about this wretch…'
Abellona squeezed her fist, the metal of her gauntlet scraping together.
Was she the reason he was wearing a hood and covering his face? At least he wasn't completely heartless.
Abellona held back her emotions. Whatever it was would have to wait until the threat was neutralized.
She glanced at the hundreds of magical orbs floating all around, capturing the moment from every angle.
Walking forward, she left behind her followers, approaching the host.
