In a forest region teeming with lush greenery, several streaks of light flashed past the region from time to time.
The streaks of light materialised into several individuals bearing scared and tired expressions on their faces after another streak of light flashed past one of them, and caused a head to roll on the ground, and the now headless body of their companion to fall on the ground with blood splattering like a fountain all over the place.
"Oh come on, don't tell me you are tired ~" Miranda said, feigning displeasure as though she had not enjoyed toying with them these past few days.
She stared at her hands, now turned into sharp elongated claws painted in the blood of the Ashton Society member she had just killed.
Her gaze, as if it bore the demeanor of death itself, caused the first year Ashton Society members she had been chasing for several days now to shudder.
