"I should… start talking?" Ambrose repeated Kali's words like that was supposed to buy him any time.
Her expression remained stoic. "I know what you're trying to do, Guide Ambrose… if that's even your real name," she took two steps forward until her shadow draped over him like a cloak. "So I'll say this one more time—start talking. Who are you really? How did you come to this world?"
Ambrose swallowed hard when he saw the sparks in those violet eyes.
He had to keep reminding himself that these people were triple S ranks. Existences so powerful and ominous that most in the world see them as myths.
So powerful that even the system wasn't able to accurately scan one of them.
If he pissed off any of them, not even Valentine or Gabriel could save his ass. Heck not even the United States Federation.
Weighing all these odds, he pulled in a deep breath.
Here goes everything.
