Now that things had reached this point, there was no longer any need for Lunara to pretend.
"Ancient Forbidden Technique, Blood Contract Technique!"
Her voice was cold, clear, and filled with suppressed hatred.
"Valerius… Chief Palace Master."
The moment those words left her mouth, Eryon's expression changed drastically.
His pupils shrank, and the pride he had always worn like armor shattered in an instant. His fists clenched tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands.
He understood.
He finally understood.
The blood contract technique was something he could not break.
Valerius was someone he could not oppose.
A crushing sense of powerlessness surged from the depths of his heart.
"Young Patriarch…"
Kairon, not far away, looked at Eryon and slowly shook his head.
"Heavens…"
Eryon exhaled deeply and slowly loosened his fists.
