The person, no one else, was indeed Freya.
At the High Tower Space, near a monster lair, Freya was sitting on the ground with a pale face and a few bloodstains on her lips, while around her lay the bodies of several terrifying monsters.
Those monsters are like enlarged versions of some kind of arthropod.
Not only does it have densely packed antennae, but it also has sharp teeth. Its appearance is ugly, especially when green liquid flows out from the wound, emitting a foul odor that is unbearable.
"So, that Freya is the one who got injured?"
Not far away, Enzo, who was observing in secret, remained still, thinking to himself.
Perhaps this was an opportunity.
Should he take action?
Enzo had never liked Freya, despite her good looks, especially coming from a powerful tribe like the Golden Lions, exuding a noble air, as if she were a queen who could command armies.
But Freya wanted him dead.
