"GYAAAA... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!"
A delicate scream echoed throughout the lonely world of the dark passage.
It was a cry of sheer agony, born from the merciless strike of a blade that tore through flesh and pierced deep into the abdomen.
No one who had witnessed the scene moments prior could have foreseen such a turn of events—not even the hunters, who had been confidently overwhelming their prey.
"HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?! YOU BITCH... HOW ARE YOU STILL MOVING IN THAT CONDITION?!"
Avaritia's voice trembled with panic. Her body stiffened as she instinctively adopted a defensive stance.
Behind her was Invidia, whose stomach was brutally sliced open, her intestines spilling from the wound in a horrifying cascade. She desperately tried to push them back into place, but the blood gushing from the wound soaked her once-pristine suit, turning it a deep crimson, and a metallic smell lingered in the air.
