Not just Aster Grant...
A Twelve-Winged Angel engulfed in crimson flames, and an elf surrounded by a dense Law of Life.
The two flanked Aster Grant, protecting him from either side.
As soon as the trio arrived, their gazes locked onto the center of the battlefield.
On a figure with blood-red eyes and an incredibly violent aura of slaughter.
Veridia!
At this moment, her long hair danced wildly without wind.
The once-cool eyes were now completely overtaken by terrifying blood-red.
No familiar aura could be felt from Veridia, only a most primal desire for slaughter and destruction.
Veridia's exquisite face was contorted with extreme pain and savagery.
The out-of-control Slaughter Law around her transformed into blood-colored flames, furiously burning her and everything nearby.
Seeing Veridia in such a state, Aster Grant's body began to tremble violently.
Heartache!
Anger!
And a hint of fear flooded his mind.
