"————"
In the haze, Artemis seemed to hear someone calling her name.
It was a cry of panic.
It was a shout of sorrow.
The sharp pain coursing through her body told Artemis that these cries and shouts were indeed from those little ones she protected.
The Elf Queen and her clansmen.
The Divine Race's goddess juniors.
And, the companions brought by that Hero.
These people, they must have seen what predicament she is in now, right?
Originally planning to avenge herself, to return the humiliation from the last battle to the opponent, but again, did she fall for the same trick this time?
Not only was her chest pierced, but the familiar cold death qi was also continuously invading her body, corroding her insides, this situation is probably much more severe than the injury from the last battle?
Is her defeat inevitable?
Then after she falls, who will defeat these hateful enemies?
In a fraction of a second, this was the thought that flashed through Artemis' mind.
