"So, what of it?" Morgana sneered.
Her earlier graceful smile had disappeared, and what remained on her beautiful face was a cold, mocking expression that made the charm around her feel poisonous.
The small crystal charms floating around her fingers spun slowly, and faint violet threads connected them to the roots of the Witch God Tree beneath the battlefield, revealing that her interference had not been accidental at all.
She had been waiting. She had watched Max and Selene clash, waited until Selene released her strongest Pseudo Cosmic Path, waited until Max was about to counterattack, and only then had she chosen the most disgusting moment to strike from the shadows.
"This is a battle royale," Morgana continued, her voice carrying no shame at all. "You did not expect us to be mere spectators, did you?"
Her words made the expressions of many people change.
