Although Morgana was asking for help, her hands were restless as they caressed every part of Ian.
Her dreamy eyes and breathless lips hovered near his ear, whispering temptation and daring him to do something wicked.
More importantly, it seemed she was extremely affected as Ian saw her disguise beginning to fade right in front of his eyes as he felt something soft pressing against his back doubling in size quickly.
'Woah, she is big!' Ian thought in surprise.
'But... is she too badly injured?'
Ian suddenly remembered that when the Blood Scythe attacked him, both Morgana and Arvhael had tried to save him using their methods.
However, both had failed to stop the scythe and were counterattacked, ending up injured instead.
'Wait a minute, come to think of it... Where's that guy, Arvhael?'
Ian suddenly realized that only he and Morgana remained in the area, along with the Nyxroot larvae under his control.
