However, what held Iridessa's attention most was not Nyx's voice. It was the man's growls. Every rhythm, every impact, punching through the rain and into the core of her.

She thought Andrew was terrifyingly powerful.

The innocent Iridessa instinctively interpreted everything through martial strength. In her mind, she calculated silently how a man like Andrew could be so fierce even in something like this.

Nyx was a martial god, but even her body probably could not withstand him, right?

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