"Tch. Another insect with an interesting bloodline? Wait, you have a divine lineage! You can become my next perfect candidate!"
All the venom and hatred in the cold voice shockingly disappeared, and now only curiosity remained. The next moment, the man's figure completely disappeared from the chamber he was in, and unexpectedly, he appeared right in front of Aurora.
The air twisted violently around the figure as La Rocha fully manifested, no longer a projection of voice and energy, but a presence, solid, looming, and hideously elegant in a simple suit which was anything but simple. His green eyes, previously mocking, now gleamed with a disturbing fascination as he looked at Aurora.
"He is nothing. Trash," he said casually, gesturing toward Damon's writhing figure in the heart of the storm. "But you… you are something else entirely. I can feel the divinity in your blood. Tell me, who are you, girl?"
