Hearing her name called out clearly across the battlefield, Isabella's entire body shivered.
Despite that, she stepped forward from behind the other six supreme leaders. She'd seen the purple-haired woman's strength firsthand during the battle — two hours of unrestricted sage-level combat that had handled what the entire combined Middle Domain army had been struggling to contain. Ignoring her words was not a viable option; she wasn't willing to test.
Setting aside the fact that she was clearly well acquainted with that white-haired, handsome devil.
Handsome — yes, even through the terror he produced in her, that much had been obvious from the first moment she'd laid eyes on him. She wasn't going to pretend otherwise, even internally. But handsome and terrifying were not mutually exclusive, and he fell firmly into both categories in a way that made the combination worse rather than better.
