C1138 I Keep Feeling That Something Is Wrong

A weak voice suddenly stopped the frenzied Succubus.

The Succubus looked up and saw the light not far away distorting. A figure that was weak to the point of kneeling on one knee slowly appeared.

Silver mask!

The broken protective cloak swayed behind him.

Rank Fifteen, Bright God!

"You..." Seeing that familiar figure, the Succubus subconsciously clenched his fists