The 'Tenth Finger' of the Demonic Hand cursed her ancestors with all her might for using up all the luck in the bloodline and causing her to end up in a situation like this.
Looking at the purple-haired and golden-eyed man who was causally looking through one of her magic pouches while standing atop a small hill made of the corpses of her most trusted subordinates, the amount of fear the elven woman felt broke through to new heights.
'Shit! Shit! Shit!! Shit!!!!!
It wasn't supposed to turn out like this!!!
Why the fuck is he still on this continent??!!!'
She gazed at the handsome face of the man standing not too far from her, with slightly tanned skin and a muscular build.
His long unkempt purple hair hung loosely on his shoulders, with a few strands blowing in the wind.
This man was none other than the youngest member of 'The Five', the strongest beings in Aidos.
The Transcendent Level Human who had gained the title of 'Strongest Human'.
Rathal.
