"Please… No more…"
"It hurts…."
"I am sorry….. I am sorry…. I won't do it again…."
The voices of pain echoed under the dimly lighted sky, blending with the silence surrounded by the trees.
Just a while ago, inside this space, five people ganged upon one, but now tables had turned.
Those confident bullies who tried to satisfy their ego by restricting others were lying on the ground, tattered, while a young girl was standing in the midst of them.
"Huff…. Huff..."
Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, her bloodstained hands still gripping the daggers that had delivered her own justice.
Vengeance.
Blood dripped from the tip of her daggers, showing the reason why they were used. The moon was illuminating the young girl like she was its own kin.
In fact, she was. Her grey eyes and the lingering silver-colored mana in the air was an example of that.
