Their Lycan Queen by Foxtail

Mordred hesitated, a slight air of guilt hanging around her.

She knew, almost better than the man himself, how much Leonel cared about Aina. She felt like she should tell Leonel about Aina's current condition. But, at the same time, she knew that Leonel was about to do something foolish again. If he was distracted by other thoughts, his life would definitely be in more danger.

Unfortunately, due to the fact Mordred hesitated, Leonel had already disconnected before she could make a final decision, leaving her at a loss.

"Empress!"

Meralda's call woke Mordred from her stupor.

At that moment, Noah and Arthur were already about to clash with the frontline of White City's army.

Mordred's lost expression became steely, a baleful aura swirling around her. Vast amounts of Dark Elemental Force surged, her black dress fluttering in the wind.

Her slender fingers wrapped around a wand as her figure rose into the air.

She walked toward the clouds as though the shadows were her stairway to heaven. If Leonel had been here, he would have recognized this ability as being near identical to Little Blackstar's own! Maybe it shouldn't be a surprise that the Demon Empress had become Shadow Sovereign…

Whether or not she was a true Shadow Sovereign or not remained to be seen. But, what was most definitely true was that she had tapped into the same magic system as the little mink.

Still, if the outside world knew that Earth had potentially produced two Shadow Sovereigns in the same generation… Who knew how they'd react?

"Those that can fly, with me."

it carried the delicate touch of a woman. Yet, it felt no less imposing

demons with bat-like wings shot into the skies under the behest

strength their Empress displayed gave them a second wind. They

deep breaths on the ground, squeezing her long legs together tightly. Her expression seemed completely inappropriate for the occasion, but what else could you expect

watching Mordred's bottom sway as she stepped

too enticing.

ravage the Empress right then and there.

seemed that her only choice would be to

of Darkness,

to surge, her hypnotic suggestion being several times more powerful now than they would

though maddened beasts, the demons roared into the skies, their savage bearings clashing against White City's

then, the

**

sure

oddly intellectual voice drifted

though he had just woken from a nap. But, his reaction

confident voice had projected out before, the

all. In fact, his body didn't have a scratch on it. But, other than that…

was quite surprising to someone like Crakos who had grown up around demons all his life, the bags beneath his eyes were so heavy that they almost formed new layers of skin all to

hygiene was one matter, but the young man couldn't even keep his

energy projecting that confident air to Mordred. After that, he had nothing left

almost

Crakos' brow furrowed.