At that moment, Ethan was still completely stunned. Just one kick, and he lost over ten thousand Health? Was that even possible? He quickly looked at the figure before him—a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in all black, her eyes filled with icy killing intent. It felt like if he gave one wrong answer, she'd send him straight to hell. He quietly cast Insight.
[Sylvia Duskshade] – Demonkin
Level: ???
Health: ???
Attack: ???
"D-De...Demonkin?" Ethan's eyes widened. Weren't the Demonkin supposed to have already been pushed back into the Demon Realm? Why would one show up here?
"Answer... or die!" Sylvia's cold voice rang out once more.
"Uh... what if I told you I ended up here totally by accident? Would you believe me?" Ethan said.
Hearing that, Sylvia's expression grew even colder—clearly not buying it. She raised a hand, and a wisp of black Dark Energy coiled from her palm as she said icily, "If you won't tell the truth, there's no need to keep you alive."
