Somewhere else, a certain silver-haired girl dressed in muddy robes filled with blood stains. She wiped her face as she slashed another monster. Even though her face was cold, she looked even more exhausted and ruthless at this time. Her chest heaved up and down at a faster rate as if her lungs yearned for breath.
Her surroundings were filled with dried trees and the sky was darker than a night with only a blood-red moon hanging above in the middle of the sky. It almost looked like a horror movie with groups of powerful monsters coming close to her.
Those monsters were even more powerful than everyone Shane had fought until now, But this silver-haired girl could defeat every single one of them with just a move of her sword. She didn't even need to use spells at the moment
It was just that she was tired as her robes filled with a dense smell of blood, making her nose wrinkle. She just wanted to take a bath and get rid of this odor on her.
But she couldn't get out.
