Suddenly, Kara opened her eyes.
Her brows knit together slightly as her gaze pierced toward the door.
Through the thin paper of the window and door, a tall shadow was clearly reflected—straight, oppressive, carrying a familiar demonic aura that made her heart sink.
"Luca?!"
The name slipped from her lips almost instinctively.
"That haunting man…"
Beside her, Morwen jolted awake. "Master, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," Kara replied softly, though her fingers had already tightened.
"An uninvited guest."
"Uninvited guest?" Morwen followed her line of sight.
The shadow outside the door stood motionless, yet the pressure it exuded felt like a blade pressing against the throat.
"Who is it?" Morwen asked, though her heart had already guessed the answer.
"It's me."
A calm, amused voice sounded from outside.
"Luca."
"The Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect!"
Morwen's pupils shrank. Her face instantly turned pale.
