Meanwhile, on the other side of Astraea, Tomas's fingers were wrapped around Aidah's neck. His other hand had turned into a rope that held Freya on her ankle while dangling her upside down on the cliff. Not too far from them, Peitho stood like a rock unable to move her body with her eyes wide.
"How many times do I have to tell you that your attacks on me won't work, sweetheart?" Tomas asked with a smile as he pulled Aidah's face close to him.
Aidah was already gasping for air. Her feet barely touched the ground as she tried to wiggle out from Tomas' grasp.
"Y-you…" Aidah couldn't even construct a sentence as she felt her brain starting to lack oxygen but internally, she wanted to curse Tomas so badly.
Tomas tilted his head to the side, "Are you saying something, dear?" The way he called Aidah with endearment made her stomach churns. Tomas was all smiles as he dodged their attacks and has been calling them with different endearments as he throws attacks on them.
