"No matter what you plan to do, I will not yield..." Antova said, preparing to end her own life.
Before Antova could finish, a black-robed figure lunged forward, body transforming into a shadow that swiftly wrapped around Antova's arm.
However, at that moment, a blade descended from the sky, slicing through the shadow entwining Antova's arm.
"Squelch!"
It was just a shadow, but the sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh was unmistakable.
"Who is it!"
The shadow transformed back into the black-robed figure, but the figure's left arm had been cleanly severed and was dripping blood.
No one answered the black-robed figure, leaving Antova to open her eyes in confusion.
From high above, a figure enveloped entirely in crimson descended from the sky.
As the figure touched down, the scarlet aura expanded like a pool of blood, instantly filling the entire forest.
"Level Sixteen..." The black-robed figure's eyes widened.
