The woman's mouth opened in shock, but no words came out. Her mind reeled, trying to process what was happening—the sudden rescue, the strange man holding her, the casual confidence in his voice despite the chaos around them.
And inside the butterfly prison clutched in Tianlong's other hand, Yuna's eyes went wide as saucers as she stared at the woman's face up close for the first time since arriving on this battlefield.
"MOTHER!"
The shock lasted exactly two heartbeats.
Then Mamoon's combat instincts kicked in with violent precision.
"LET ME GO BEHIND!" she roared, her voice raw with fury and confusion. Her body twisted in Tianlong's grip, muscles coiling like springs as she tried to wrench herself free. "Who are you?!"
Her claws extended instantly, slashing backward toward his face in a vicious arc meant to blind. But Tianlong just jumped back, releasing her as he created distance between them with effortless grace.
