"Uahh."
Stretching my body, I took a deep breath, surveying my surroundings.
The Asuras who had escorted us back gave a respectful bow before walking away.
'What should I do now?'
I pondered as I stared at the grand palace of the Davana Kingdom.
First, I need to take a clear look at the resurrection orb that I stole.
'It was protected by a layer.'
A type of protection, huh?
Lost in thought, I started walking toward the palace.
There were so many things I needed to check on.
Hmm?
Just as I took a step forward, a bulky figure blocked my path.
My gaze met Lysander's crimson eyes as he towered over me, his stance rigid and hostile.
I frowned. "What?"
"Are you a fallen angel?" he asked, his voice serious.
"Yeah, I am." I met his glare without flinching. "What about it?"
There was no point in denying it.
'He must have seen my wings back then.'
"Then what does this mean?" He pointed at my horns, his tone sharp. "Why do you have something that belongs to an Asura?"
