Enslaving the Gorgons

The Gorgons of the Poison Fields had been feared for their venom for many years. Even when they were just within the ranking of groups, they were never looked down upon. However, never in their wildest nightmares had they ever expected a day would come in their immortal lives, where they would beg a serpentine to spare them inside their own lair.

They were Gorgons. They were not nefarious without a reason. Their venom was not one to be slighted.

Versailles' gaze was indifferent and cold as she watched the kneeling females. She did not have much time. She needed to wrap everything up as soon as possible.

"Should I take that as you not wanting to preserve your lives?" Her cold voice resounded in the damp environment, carrying unconcealed killing intent.

"No, we...we are begging you to spare us!" The three stammered out, chills going down their gray bodies.

"Huh, remember, this was your choice."