At the border, in an unknown location on the Dragonspine Snow Mountain.
Nightingale panted as she shook the bloodstains from her platinum-tier dagger. Sweat dripped down her lovely neck, dampening her attire.
Thousands of Silver-moon Demonic Wolves' corpses fell beside her, as well as the bones of several Moon-eating Sky Wolves. There seemed to be an endless supply of those magical beasts. Every time she killed one, more magical beasts would appear, including the Moon-eating Sky Wolf; it was as if she had to face the fear in her heart repeatedly.
"Miss Nightingale, are you alright?"
The three people behind her did not look too good either. They were only at the peak of the gold tier. Even though they had a lot of Watson's knowledge in their mind, which made them peak gold-tier elites, they still could not withstand the never-ending run-in with the magical beasts. Plus, their clones were watching the battle from the sidelines.
"I'm fine."
