The metallic scent of blood filled the air in the dark alleyway, the aftermath of a bloody conflict evident.
The walls were sliced apart, the ground ravaged with strikes and flowing with blood.
Two bodies lay motionless in one corner—a part spared from the ruins—while the other end of the alley had trails of blood leading to a green-haired woman leaning against a wall.
She sat motionless, her clothes half-torn and her body covered in wounds. Her expression displayed glimpses of anguish and agony as she looked at her left arm lying limp beside her on the ground.
Her own dagger had been used to stab her, and now she was left in utter humiliation at how the person she was supposed to protect others from had left her alive.
Looking back, she had been too confident. When Valerie had called her about an assassin chasing her, she'd expected someone strong enough to handle a student—but not at the level to leave her in such a miserable state.
