Nyx reacted even more strongly, and her face instantly drained of color, turning deathly pale. In front of this woman, even just one glance made Nyx feel as if her very soul was freezing over.

"Arya Fleury, at your service!"

The moment the woman's eyes opened, Arya, clad in full black armor and wielding a black greatsword, turned and knelt.

The blood-hued woman seemed to smile faintly, yet she said nothing. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on Andrew and Nyx, or more precisely, on Andrew hims