The shadowy stranger appearing on the rooftop leapt down.
The rooftop was a full six floors above the ground, and an ordinary person falling so abruptly onto the concrete surface would at least suffer a fracture. However, this shadowy stranger was by no means an ordinary person; she landed without making any cushioning movement, immediately shifting into a rapid sprint, like an arrow shot from a bow, toward the dozen or so monsters surrounding me.
Yes, "she"—the shadowy stranger was a young woman in her twenties.
She had a dignified appearance, a long black ponytail, healthy wheat-colored skin, and a body as lean and athletic as a cheetah, reminiscent of a vibrant gym enthusiast with a toned physique. She wore a black Impermanence uniform, wielding a sharp, blood-stained Evil Sword. As she moved at high speed, the reflection on the blade elongated swiftly, transforming into a straight sharp light that instantly struck the face of the foremost monster.
