The desolation in those blue eyes was beautiful, like an expanse of azure sky.
But it also made it very easy for others to spot flaws.
For example, the tiny changes in his pupils.
This indicated that Hannah was right.
"You wanted to kill me, but found you couldn't defeat me. After spending some time together, you started to think I wasn't the kind of demoness who kills without blinking. So you decided to follow me, to investigate the truth, right?"
Desolation remained silent, gripping the sword in his hands tightly.
Hannah pretended not to notice his change, lifting her head to appreciate the night sky, her dangling legs gently swinging. "Do you want to know if it was the Wanderers who destroyed your homeland, or even annihilated your planet?"
She stated as gently as possible.
The burden of blame on the Wanderers was not light.
In some ways, the Wanderers were like the Lost Realm, a place constantly filled with garbage and dark waters.
