In the black market of the Northern Guardian Sect City, Sea of Secrets' branch, Freya wearing a faceless mask and her evil thief's robes, showcasing her curvaceous figure to perfection, while her head covered under a hood were standing in a luxurious hall.
Four womanly figures were sitting in front of Freya. Their faces were enshrouded in an ethereal haze like a mystery, and they gave one a feeling of the unknown.
But Freya didn't seem to be bothered by them at all, as her eyes were dismissive and cold. She knew the chance she had been waiting for had arrived. Ace had done his part splendidly, even performing way above her expectations, and now it was her turn.
"Who are you really?" An emotionless voice rang from one of the four figures, and a monstrous spiritual pressure released and locked on Freya.
