The proud Elder Princess finally restrained her deliberate cruelty, discerning a warning in Ansel's eyes. Initially displeased, she huffed coldly, but her breathing soon quickened with excitement.
She was displeased that Ansel would go so far as to warn her using his very essence... Evora did not appreciate Ansel's excessive regard for the common folk. Knowing this, she emitted a heat that was inconsequential to extraordinary beings but unbearable for mortals as a form of provocation.
As for her excitement... it naturally stemmed from Ansel's power, his uniqueness.
Me, so strong, and Ansel, so closely aligned with the abyss, how powerful would our offspring... be!
Ansel ignored the intense desire in her eyes, his voice indifferent: "You have no reason to yield to me, and I have no reason to bow to you, Evora."
The young Hydral's exquisite scepter transformed into a hand cannon with a twist, a heavy and ornate masterpiece of the alchemist god.
"So, you wish to fight over a nonsensical game?" E
Evora revealed a dangerously excited smile: "I wouldn't mind turning this place, and everything beyond, into scorched earth."
She grabbed Ansel's hand, pressing the gun's muzzle against her forehead, her flushed face of excitement chilling to behold:
"Let's start, NOW!"
Two future divine beings stood in opposition.
There were no flames scorching the sky, no thunder tearing everything apart, no storms, no earth-shattering... They had not yet displayed their power, but it was enough to instill a primal fear in anyone.
It was an instinctive submission, a pure fear of beings,,, whose existence was far beyond one's own.
In such a standoff, the lifeless-eyed Ravenna Ziegler seemed so insignificant.
Watching Evora, excited and uncaring about the city, its people, or anyone else, with eyes only for Ansel, she understood why Ansel said the game was over.
Because Ansel could control anyone, could limit any malevolent extraordinary being, but he could never... limit Evora.
When the tyrannical Elder Princess turned her attention here and took an interest, the game was essentially over.
Ansel had no reason to fall out with Evora over this game, despite their sharp differences. After all, Hydral and Flamefeast could never truly be enemies.
Ansel was merely... maintaining necessary appearances; this game held no value for him. He didn't care about any revolution; he just wanted to use it to destroy me.
Ravenna thought this, but her dead eyes remained untroubled.
"A—N—S—E—L!"
"Evora, was my demeanor towards you overly gentle and proper?"
Ansel said, tilting his head slightly, his finger on the trigger gradually tightening:
"Did it lead you to truly believe that you are above me, that the Flamefeast is above Hydral?"
He raised his other hand, the solemn serpent ring symbolizing his identity as Hydral emitted a dark glow.
"Shall we test?" the young Hydral smiled, "When my father and your mother arrive here, who will stand by your side."
"You... madman!"
Standing not far away, Evora's expression was somewhat frenzied: "Don't think that I will just..."
Mid-sentence, she fell silent.
The bullet that should have shattered Evora's skull merely grazed her cheek, but even just a graze, the abnormal amount of bleeding and the wound's failure to heal, attested to the first shot's threat.
And what silenced Evora was not just that, but the latter half of Ansel's words.
When silence falls, who advances and who retreats is crystal clear.
"Evora," Ravenna's ears rang with Ansel's voice.
"I wish to see this game conclude satisfactorily, not ruined inexplicably in your hands."
Ansel...
A glimmer of hope suddenly burst through her dim, lifeless eyes.
Could it be that Ansel sees this not merely as a frivolous game?
Indeed... he, too, desires to witness it all, to see such change... He has never been indifferent; I've always known... he has always cared!
Otherwise, how could he respond and manage so adeptly? He had studied and prepared long before, only giving up in the end... due to that irresistible issue.
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