On the walls of Abyss City, Nyx watched Andrew fighting two opponents at once. Her delicate hands were gripping her blue-glowing daggers tightly.

She was worried, though she knew it was probably unnecessary. After all, Andrew was now so powerful that even she could not catch up.

Moreover, he had only just entered the martial god level. Yet, he was unreasonably strong.

Nyx could not make sense of it.

Perhaps it had something to do with his omni-constitution. Plus, he carried the powers of the werewolf clan, the vampire clan, and even the Cathedral's holy light. All these dark and light elemental forces were concentrated in Andrew's body.

She did not want to think about how the powers could work together so harmoniously. She just knew that from now on, she would follow this man wholeheartedly.

Once, Nyx had thought she would be a free swift, soaring across thousands of miles. She loved swifts as those birds that could migrate thousands of miles, to the farthest western lands, cros