Chapter 122
"Saa'len veyorra, qithan sha'lumei?" The reddish figure said, causing the Reavers there to raise their eyebrows.
"Huh?" Lyra muttered with a furrowed brow.
"Saa'len veyorra, qithan sha'lumei?" The figure repeated again as it stepped forward, its arms which had been crossed now falling to its sides, revealing reddish skin and fingers curved into something resembling claws.
It paused for a second, lifted its head, and stared at the beast beside it. Shockingly, the beast did not move one bit as it stared back at the figure whose blonde hair fluttered slightly in the wind.
The figure's eyes left the beast's face and trailed down to its body dripping with black blood. Its regeneration was slow but still present, regrowing its limbs. However, it did not sprout more than four this time, unlike before.
Seeing this, the figure's hands clenched tightly, its fangs grinding against each other in restrained rage.
