Skye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement despite the pain. He let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. "Wait, what do you mean 'confess'? As in confess my sins or a love confession?" he taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he eyed Leona.
Leona narrowed her eyes, still catching her breath, the energy of her overdrive mana humming through her veins. "You tell me," she shot back, gripping her staff tighter. "Because I don't have time for games, Skye."
Lucian took a step forward, standing beside Leona, his patience wearing thin. "Enough with the riddles," he growled. "Your deceit runs deep, but if you think you can play with our minds, you're mistaken."