Adonis was in a state of despair, holding the woman who had stood by his side from the very beginning. His tears were not of water, but of blood. Feeling the cold, lifeless body of Millia in his arms, his mind refused to function.
Just then, the Chaos Sword transformed into the purple flame spirit, Vexa.
"Master!" she called out.
There was no response.
She pouted, placing her hands on her hips. "MASTER!" This time she shouted so loudly that all other noise was drowned out.
Adonis finally turned to look at her with those blood-red eyes.
Vexa began to speak. "Master, why are you acting as if you have lost everything? You have other women waiting for your return."
Adonis's eyes turned cold at once. "What did you say?" he growled like a devil. "Millia wasn't just one of many women; she was the only woman I have come to love since my mother. When I had the support of no one, she stood by my side. I love her more than any other woman in this world."
