Hum——
Alicxia glanced back slightly as the gate behind her instantaneously closed, sealed by an invisible spiritual power.
The adversary's intentions were clear: once inside, don't think about leaving.
Conveniently, she thought the same.
A chilling intent to kill assaulted her from all sides, and Alicxia slightly bowed her head, the horrifying chill piercing through skin and bone, firmly locking onto her consciousness, her soul.
"They're here."
Alicxia held her breath, her dark gold eyes flashing with a cold light that perceived everything.
Reflected in her pupils was the first to attack—a Duke's guard, known as a "Martial Artist" of the Beta Rank. Alicxia disliked these convoluted terms, but she had to admit that this system was very useful for categorizing strength.
Zing!
The blade, sparkling with electric arcs, left its sheath, and the Beta Rank "Martial Artist" broke the sound barrier, slashing his sword down at her!
Clang!
