Meanwhile, Nyx herself truly suffered. The initial pain was so intense that she nearly passed out. Fortunately, she slowly adapted, but then the storm-like onslaught left her more exhausted than she had ever been in her life.

Later on, Nyx's consciousness began to blur. She only clung to Andrew by instinct, murmuring weakly now and then.

Wave after wave of exhaustion, mixed with an indescribable sensation, lasted for an unknown length of time.

In the end, Nyx passed out. Before losing consciousness, she vaguely saw the crimson in Andrew's eyes fading. His entire being was no longer frenzied, and he seemed to have regained clarity as well.

If that were the case, why did this bastard, even after regaining consciousness, not stop?

Nyx ground her teeth in frustration and fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the sealed chamber was Warwick City's palace hall. Franz, Petra, Juno, and Knox waited without moving an inch.

Knox kept tugging at his messy hair, muttering, "These two are killing