Melania had transformed into a goddess of war.
The whips in her hands had transformed into massive flaming serpents, around her, was a domain of heat that turned the ground beneath her into molten slag.
Her clothes had incinerated, leaving behind only her blazing armor.
She snapped her wrist, causing her whip to crack.
"I'll fucking kill you." She growled at Hunter.
At this stage, it was easy to see why she was considered as one of the strongest in Valestorm and a local hero.
'With such power, it is only reasonable she has made a name for herself. It's almost impressive.'
Hunter would have been more impressed if he didn't think she was such a troublemaker.
At the end of the day, he was not going to show any mercy regardless.
He had been in a terrible mood for a while now. Her annoying demands and arrogance had been the straw that broke the camel's back and had finally gotten to him.
