As he spoke, his voice became tinged with murderous intent that chilled to the bone.
The Netherworld Dark Fire flickered in Malachi Arcanus's palm, his tone icy: "Mael Valerius, life or death—you'd better think carefully. You're no match for us."
As for Luna not being the original Luna, he didn't care at all.
After all, the one they loved was always this Luna.
As for that old Luna—ugly, lazy, greedy, vicious, filthy as a beast—her dying was a blessing.
This was the shared conviction in the hearts of Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, Zeke Veridian, and Malachi Arcanus.
Soren Phoenix had never met the original Luna Sutton; from beginning to end, he only loved the Luna before him.
But Mael Valerius was his cousin, and when the time came to strike, he inevitably held back.
He couldn't be as ruthless as the others, his expression equally conflicted.
"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
