Chapter 924 Says It’s About Respect, But, Man, You Just Wanna Rate How Pretty She Is Real Bad

Still, Lysithea did not turn to meet Zayn. Her back remained against him. Zayn finally caught up with her and stopped. Any mere expert fighter would have been so fatigued and worn out by the high-speed marathon that they would have arrived dead, but to Zayn, it was just a warm-up. All it took was two breaths, and he felt his energy returning already. His eyes lingered around Lysithea’s back, fully understanding the fact that this was the closest he had ever gotten to be around her. He could sense that ethereality that seemed to make up most of her form. The dissociative feeling that she was never a real person but a puff of dancing smoke or a mirage. She was the fog itself—she could not possibly be real. If he looked away, she might even disappear at the first billow of the wind. The atmosphere gelled. There was a distance of ten meters between them, and an invisible wall of uncanniness was building fast the longer neither of them talked. Zayn was the one to break the ice. “So… wha