Imperial Palace, Audience Hall.
In this Royal Hall, where the Emperor usually met with his Empire's officials to manage state affairs, someone was now standing.
She had no guards by her side.
Her back was turned towards the main door.
She seemed to be gazing at the throne, looking at the high, majestic seat of the Emperor, and it was unclear what she was thinking as she occasionally let out a chuckle.
Despite the sweetness of that laughter, it sent shivers down one's spine.
At a certain moment, the doors of the Royal Hall burst open as if exploded, fiercely slammed apart.
A wave of figures surged in, instantly taking over the hall.
Cappelen was at the forefront, staring at the barefoot woman who had her back to them; her heart surged with seething anger and hatred.
Unable to restrain herself, Cappelen shouted loudly, her voice echoing throughout the Royal Hall.
The Female Knights of the Broken Blade were the same, glaring hatefully at the barefoot woman as if they were looking at an archenemy.
Shane and Tielle naturally felt the same.
Tielle stared intensely at the back of the barefoot woman.
Shane just stared quietly at her, saying nothing, but the effects of "Outer Destiny" were fully activated, allowing him a glimpse of the information of the barefoot woman.
However, what he saw stunned him.
To his surprise, he couldn't discern her level, seeing only one skill.
It was a familiar skill—"Symbiosis."
This skill, Shane had seen it before in Cosmos.
More precisely, it was something he had seen in a battle against a Demon Warrior under the command of Danass, the leader of "Mirage."
He remembered it was a skill that appeared between biological siblings or even twins.
It allowed the user to connect with another who possessed the same skill, to communicate telepathically, share skills, share life, and even exchange positions, truly a Divine Skill.
Shane felt a tinge of uncertainty.
Was this barefoot woman really Moro?
Why couldn't he see her level?
What was this "Symbiosis" skill about?
Why... did he have this ominous premonition?
Suppressing the various thoughts in his mind, Shane, along with everyone else, fixated their gaze on her.
The entire Royal Hall was suddenly filled with an oppressive silence, making many tense their faces, afraid to make any sudden moves.
Only Cappelen, driven by her burning rage, took a step forward.
"At last, I see you again, Poisonous Consort."
Cappelen's voice was full of loathing.
There was no other way.
The person before her was a malignant tumor that had harmed the Empire.
The person before her had persecuted her and her subordinates.
The person before her had caused her biological mother to be bedridden and her brother to be suspected and confined.
It was a mix of new grudges and old hatreds, and the accumulated anger and hatred exploded at that moment, almost driving Cappelen to lose her rationality.
In contrast, Moro, even at this time, never turned around.
Not only did she not turn around, but she also raised her hand, signaling those who were pursuing and ready to rush into the Royal Hall to stop.
Every move she made exuded an indescribable charm.
Her limbs and delicate body swayed, emitting a strange aura of evil.
It was like a poppy flower, clearly poisonous and harmful, yet inexplicably alluring.
Then, Moro finally turned around.
"Congratulations on your escape, Lady Cappelen," Moro said with a smile, "I thought you wouldn't appear on this stage; it seems I underestimated you a bit."
Upon hearing this, Cappelen did not feel praised but insulted instead, glaring angrily at Moro.
Because, although Moro's tone was sweet, the underlying sarcasm and contempt were unmistakeable.
Moro truly looked down on Cappelen from the bottom of her heart.
Even if Cappelen led a great army right in front of her, it was the same.
"In my script, a princess like you, who prides herself on being a unique descendant of the brave, originally didn't even qualify to witness everything. You were supposed to meet your end in a dark dungeon, die tragically, even become an ugly undead, a walking corpse."
Moro's words were undeniably venomous.
"I really did not expect that in the end, you would be rescued. Indeed, it must be said, do the descendants of brave blood always have such good luck?"
With all her might, Moro mocked Cappelen.
Cappelen, successfully provoked, could hardly resist the urge to rush forward and swing her Knight Sword at Moro, aiming to chop off her head.
However, Shane stopped her.
"Don't go there." Shane didn't turn to look at Cappelen but continued staring at Moro, speaking lightly, "This Poisonous Consort seems to have more tricks and secrets than we imagined. It's best not to act rashly."
At least, Shane didn't feel that Cappelen could handle Moro.
Especially at this moment, a strange Magic Power was continuously gathering around this Imperial Concubine, telling Shane that there was something mysterious about her.
Therefore, Shane didn't want to let Cappelen go and get herself killed.
However, Moro then shifted her gaze to Shane.
Her eyes twinkled with a rich expression.
"Shane Beizitu," Moro called out Shane's name, seemingly having waited eagerly for this moment. "We finally meet."
It was undoubtedly the first time they had come face to face .
"I've been watching you for quite a while, you know?"
Moro's laughter grew more demonic.
Clearly, the Imperial Concubine had a significant interest in Shane.
"Indeed, we finally meet," Shane narrowed his eyes, smiling subtly, and said, "I've long heard of your great fame, and even received quite a bit of attention from you, Imperial Concubine."
Shane was referring to the events in Cosmos.
Back then, the mastermind behind the chaos at the Kingdom and Empire Border, intending to break the seal on Lilith and release the Dark Temple from its sealed state, causing a chaotic shift in Cosmos, was the Imperial Concubine standing before him.
She had collaborated with the Old Demon Clan Faction called "Mirage" and seemed to have deep connections with the "Primordial Demon." Initially, she had tossed the Jade, who had been in the half-state of a god, in front of Shane himself, plunging him into the events in Cosmos and nearly getting him assassinated.
From that time onwards, a feud had formed between the two.
Moro seemed to remember it as well.
"That was not my idea," Moro clarified, "I truly didn't expect that throwing a Demon God's half-body to the nobles of the Kingdom, pitting the Kingdom's nobles against the Beastman Priest Group and even the Empire in such a trivial game, could bring out someone like you."
Shane figured it out.
But from Moro's words, Shane also sensed another implication.
It was as if the Imperial Concubine knew something secret about him.
Shane's gaze was like a sword, stabbing towards Moro.
This time, Shane wasn't referring to his existence but to his true identity—
Indeed, the Descendant of the Brave from the Otherworld.
Moro's tone seemed to indicate she knew his identity.
"Yes," Moro said, her expression unchanged, smiling. "I saw it myself, that time in Cosmos."
Here, Moro's tone changed.
It became somewhat eerie, some sort of madness.
Her expression was no longer smiling but looked as if she had seen something filthy, filled with disgust.
"I saw that disgusting Holy Light Sword."
With these words, an eerie magic power began emanating more clearly from Moro.
Shane definitely perceived this.
Although he hadn't expected Moro to know his identity, in the current situation, it wasn't the most important issue.
Even Tielle had remained silent, seemingly observing from the sidelines, probably trying to detect any weakness in Moro.
On the contrary, it was Cappelen who frowned.
Clearly, she didn't understand this phrase.
Unfortunately, no one would explain it to her.
Shane merely glanced at Moro and said, "It seems you truly are as the rumors described, extremely detesting the Brave."
With that, Moro immediately corrected him.
"Detest? How can you say it's just detest?" Moro insisted righteously, "You should say it's hatred, resentment, indignation, even a curse, a spitting on."
Saying so, Moro extended a slender jade hand towards Shane.
Her voice, like a ghost from the netherworld, echoed forth.
"Truly, I wish I could dismember all the Brave, kill them all."
As her words fell, the eerie magic power swirling around Moro suddenly surged, forming a tangible black fog.
The black fog violently fluctuated, and within it, faces of pain emerged one after another.
Shane's eyes sharpened, also shocked.
The reason was simple.
At that moment, Moro's previously unclear and inscrutable Level suddenly became visible, and it was wildly increasing.
Moro's Level skyrocketed effortlessly past Level 90, reaching the Legendary, and finally stopping at a specific Level.
Moro was a Limit-Level powerhouse.
Moreover, her Skill column also changed, displaying two skills.
————[Magic·Necromancy].
These two familiar skills thus appeared for this Poisonous Consort.
Cappelen and Tielle seemed to feel something, their expressions slightly changing.
Simultaneously, the Death Qi around Moro burst out explosively.