Chapter 769

Among the eight figures, she was the only woman. Her steps were graceful, her demeanor alluring, and her gaze seemed to pierce through Andrew's very soul. Like crystalline lakes or the infinite night sky, her eyes held a mesmerizing depth that was captivating and impossible to decipher. Andrew found himself unable to meet her gaze directly. Just a fleeting glance through the corner of his eye, and he felt he was being pulled into an invisible current that threatened to drown his will entirely. With a wry smile, Andrew inwardly chastised himself. "This fox spirit's abilities are something else." Thankfully, he managed to snap himself out of it just in time. Her name was Tamara Foxen. "Tamara cut the games. We don't have much time left," Ollie interjected, his tone uncharacteristically stern. His expression betrayed his discomfort at her antics. "Tamara? What legacy could she possibly pass on? Her eyebrow techniques?" Easton sneered, ever the provocateur. Despite his mockery, even he