Vexia glared at Lucifer.
The Sanguine Princess stood on the ash-covered balcony of her ruined cathedral.
She was a Level 65 Epic Blood Sorceress, fully healed by the Warlord's high-tier potion.
The faint, crimson light of her magical aura pulsed with renewed, dangerous vitality.
"You vaporize my kingdom, bind my soul, and now you want to loot my private vault?" Vexia hissed.
She crossed her pale arms tightly over her scorched, torn red silk dress. "You are an absolute savage."
Lucifer didn't blink. His void-swirling eyes met her furious, blood-red gaze.
"I am efficient," Lucifer corrected her smoothly. He rested his iron gauntlet on the hilt of his ruby-red longsword.
"The Umbral Plane is shifting. The death of the World-Eater will draw every high-tier predator in this dimension to this crater. We do not have time for a tantrum. Open the vault."
Vexia's fangs scraped against her bottom lip. She hated his cold, commanding tone.
