#83. The Ancient Promise

“Aaah.” The voice that flowed through Angela’s voluptuous lips was as captivating as the whispers of a lover at one’s bedside, and she blinked blankly while rolling her eyes. Every single one of her gestures was graceful, like a sculptor’s finest work.

There was an air of old-fashioned beauty about her, like a beautiful doll that had been left unattended for a long time only to be covered in dust—a masterpiece that might crumble at a single touch.

But rather than admiring her fatal beauty, Kim Jin-Woo felt a sense of crisis.

[The avatar of the Ancient Lord has wandered the Underworld for far too long. Eons of time and the terrifying Malice of the Underworld have eaten away at her spirit, whom even the Ancient Lords were reluctant to turn into their enemy.]

The moment Kim Jin-Woo saw the message flashing red in front of him, he reflexively withdrew. No, he tried to withdraw.

Squeeze.

But Angela didn’t let go. There was formidable power in her slender hands, as she grabbed Kim Jin-Woo’s wrist tightly while staying perfectly still.

“Hhhh.” Again, meaningless hums flowed through her lips. But this time, it felt different. There was definitely a sense of exclamation in her resistance.

“Angela,”...