CHAPTER 811
In another corner of the coliseum, Selene could be seen standing alone with her whip in her hand while staring forward.
Leo and Noelle were calmly walking towards her with the girl holding her own whip in hand while the vice leader of the clan held his usual sleek, thin black cane in his hand.
The cane had a small golden lion carved on it which he held.
Soon enough, they were before the leader of the Aetherborn clan who stared at them with coldness in her eyes.
Staring closer, this was the first time Noelle saw her mum unsheath her whip and now; she couldn't help but feel a little dread in her heart.
The whip looked to be twirling and moving in her grip as if it was alive or… sentient even.
'Doesn't matter. Today is the day.' Noelle hyped herself inwardly as she held her whip tighter.
At the same time, she and Leo stopped shy of a metre away from Selene who still didn't bat an eyelid at them.
