Ryu Min—Black Scythe wasn't surprised to see the golden-like blood of an Angel; perhaps he had seen it many times and it didn't bother him how much pain you were enduring. The left white-feathered wing was torn by him, and now here he is, watching you with pain in your eyes while you were on your knees with your left wing on the ground, even though it will regenerate later, it still affects the pain in your back.

"Did it hurt?"

The black-haired man asked with a serious expression, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Black Scythe then grabbed his scythe and held it towards the back of your neck, sending chills down your spine as you felt the aura of his blade.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you just yet.."