I heard a rather peculiar nickname about you," the purple-haired woman said, pushing her foot down my throat. "What was it, Charlie?"
"Those slaves called him Harbinger of the Dawn, ma'am," the long-haired man replied, sitting on the head of the hammer that was placed over my chest.
"Vi-Vivi, what's the realm of this woman?"
"Analysing the target's realm..."
"Analysis completed."
"The target is at the peak of first-stage Ascendant Sage realm."
"H-how could it be possible?" I gasped inwardly, already struggling to breathe as her foot choked me, reaching the very end of my throat.
"What a ridiculous title," the woman muttered, pulling her foot out.
"Koff-koff," I coughed hard, finally able to breathe.
"J-just five more seconds," I stammered inwardly.
The wound on my heart was slowly closing and my broken arm and ribs were about to be mended.
"Tsk, his gross saliva dirtied my shoes."
She landed a kick on my face, moved back, and sat on the chair again.
