A resounding thud and the wooden staff in the hands of the other man finally struck down, causing his instinctive body to step back. Until now, he had never encountered such a gaze. It was terrifying, almost unintentionally cold and ruthless.
Ace stood up, but a small, icy hand tightly gripped his hand, devoid of warmth, chilling his heart. "Ace, there's no need..." Demi Moore pursed her lips, silently pleading. The name "Ace" just now seemed like an illusion to him. He had never heard an incredible voice, but perhaps he would never listen to it again.
Ace clenched his lips tightly, his eyes fixed straight on the man, but in the end, he immediately sat back down, embracing Demi Moore tightly. Drops of blood from her mouth stained his clothes, the clothes she had worn solemnly to honor
