In a life-and-death clash, blades met blades, fists met flesh. Who would deliberately reach for someone's clothing?
Her trust in Black and White was absolute. Replaying the earlier battle in her mind, she recalled that when those two mercenaries first closed in on her, their movements had indeed brushed against her robes.
A thought flashed through her mind like lightning.
"Could it be…" Her expression sharpened. "That they smeared some special substance on us?"
"A special substance?" Black and White exchanged blank looks, clearly puzzled.
As a physician, Zora was extremely sensitive to such matters. There were countless colorless, odorless substances in the world that could kill without a trace or manipulate unseen forces.
She herself possessed many such methods.
If she did, why wouldn't the Black Vulture Mercenary Group?
At that moment, Prince Kael noticed the subtle change in her expression and asked gently, "What did you discover, my lady?"
