My rage surged, almost overflowing, as my gaze locked onto Malrang. Her massive body was riddled with sword and spear wounds, her fur matted with blood. Yet, despite it all, she stood her ground, unyielding and defiant.
The sight only fueled the fire burning within me.
"Who is that bitch?"
The sudden voice snapped my attention to a woman on the battlefield. She stood out with her pink hair and a short, overly revealing dress that seemed completely impractical for a fight. Her sneer was as sharp as her words, her presence radiating arrogance.
I couldn't help but notice her features—her face twisted with fury and disdain, as if life itself had done her no favors.
Her massive spear spun gracefully in her hands, and before I could react, she leaped high into the air, her weapon aimed directly at me.
"Mere level 30 ruler..." I said coldly, my voice dripping with disdain. "It's time for you to make me a king!"
