In the next moment, Elliog appeared beside Fisher, his hands like two swimming dragons, attacking from angles Fisher had never predicted.
Even with a Mythical Rank's observational skills, Elliog's attack was flawless, let alone the fact that Fisher was in a state of soul emptiness at the time.
Therefore, he was effortlessly lifted, relying on a shoulder draped with a sheer bit of fabric.
"Elliog, wait..."
"That guy, relying on being able to freely walk outside with her true form, dared to casually wipe my seal; in my soul state, I can't even erase her seal... You were unruly too, previously harboring so much desire, surely being toyed with by that guy, lost and unaware."
Not expecting the recently soul-exhausted Elliog to suddenly change from a lazy demeanor to a domineering one, Fisher was caught off guard. Even more surprisingly, she was now striding straight towards the bed in the hall ahead, clearly her destination.
"Wait, Elliog..."
"Thud!"
