The scattered, hidden weapons on the floor were nothing but trouble for Claudia.
She wasn't a naive person to think the opposing party was going to fight fairly, not especially when they clearly emphasized that she was a dead person.
And sure enough, her foreboding wasn't unfounded.
Redflow lifted two fingers, his gaze locked on Claudia.
Soon, the concealed metal responded.
Tink… tink… tink…
Each piece vibrated with mana.
Claudia's eyes coldly narrowed. 'Freedom really isn't easy to earn.'
She assumed a strong bout, ready to confront Redflow's next move.
Upon seeing her resilience, Redflow didn't comment much on it. As an assassin, especially one from the Assassin Syndicate, this kind of resilience was the bare minimum requirement.
Rather than commenting on a dead person's emotional state, it was better to end things quickly and find another hideout.
He flicked his hand, causing the weapons to surge forward.
