A howl of a mythical existence shook heaven and the earth with its voice full of anger and wrath.
On the outskirts of Natasha's mansion, a large-scale barrier was slowly being deployed, cutting off the space surrounding the mansion from reality and isolating the phenomenon so that their enemies and other factions would be unable to interfere.
Sitting with her body bleeding and a literal hand missing from her body, Aleksandra looked at the person who had attacked her with pure disbelief in her eyes.
She had speculated many people to be the traitor in question. Analyzed and even over-analyzed to pinpoint the insider that was after Natasha's life. However, even in her wildest dreams, she could have never thought that the traitor would be this one person— the last person she would ever put her suspicions on.
"So it was you all along, huh…"
