"Thousand Faces, even if you and I die today, we must drag Ethan down with us. Don't hold anything back—fight with everything you have!"
Celeste's voice was cold and decisive, leaving no room for retreat.
The moment those words fell, Thousand Faces' expression darkened completely.
This woman was insane.
In a situation like this, she wasn't thinking about escaping—she wanted to die together with Ethan.
Was she out of her mind?
Ethan still hadn't even used his divine weapon. Once that thing appeared, death would come instantly. There would be no chance, no struggle, no reversal.
"Deputy Pavilion Master," Thousand Faces said with a strained expression, "look at my current state. I can barely protect myself. How could I possibly still fight?"
Celeste glanced at him coldly.
"…Useless trash."
Then she shifted her gaze back to Ethan.
"I'll hold him down. Once I take action, he won't have the spare energy to suppress you."
