Amid the sweeping motion, the Headless Knight clad in black armor strode forward.
"Rone..."
Sukra's eyes lit up as she shouted, "I am Sukra. We've met before. I'm the Holy Maiden of the Death Church. Do you remember?"
Rone didn't even glance at her, his thoughts locked onto Wayne. A rumbling wave burst forth from his chest and abdomen. "Wayne, I told you before—you're not allowed to set foot in Paris. If you do, I'll take away the Shadowmare."
"That's right, you did say that. But here I am."
Wayne stepped forward, disregarding the swirling death aura around him. "I made a promise to Yuliya. If I gained the power to defeat you, I would rescue you from the Devil."
"Yuliya..."
Rone froze, his body stiffening. "How is she? How has she been?"
"She's doing well. She's very happy with me. I accompany her every night. She doesn't mention you much anymore," Wayne replied truthfully.
