Eyes cold as winter.
"Been way too long since I wore the formal threads."
The moment the mask vanished, rich blood materialized out of nowhere, wrapping around Pergina's body.
In the blink of an eye, it solidified into blood formal wear, radiating brilliant crimson with rising killing intent.
Sabina, gorgeous as a red rose, smiled at this sight:
"Dear sister, I've finally tracked you down!"
Then her expression went ice cold. Blood bats let out ear-piercing shrieks as red mist boiled, instantly eating away any tables, cabinets, or instruments it touched.
But this red mist couldn't lay a finger on Pergina, blocked by that blood formal wear.
Hearing this, Pergina now realized Sabina hadn't been sure of her identity before—just playing mind games with her.
But shit had hit the fan. Since she was blown, no point in more bullshit.
"Sabina, what's going down?"
Pergina knew her sister's nature like the back of her hand.
