A chilling killing intent burst forth from her body.
A powerful sense of dread gripped Elder Ryusoo Min. "No! This girl… she's a true prodigy!"
A top-tier prodigy of the same realm—even if she had just broken through—meant that an old man like him stood no chance.
With a clear understanding of his predicament, Elder Ryusoo Min immediately turned around and fled without a second thought.
He no longer cared about Ryusoo Jin—he had to save himself first.
But Amalia was faster.
The icy grip of death closed in on Elder Ryusoo Min as he glanced back, only to see her figure rapidly catching up.
His heart sank—he wasn't going to escape.
"Wait! Wait, my friend! Whatever the Fire Vein Tribe promised you, our Water Vein Tribe can double it! Just let this matter go, and we will reward you handsomely!"
The only response he received was Amalia's blade.
She hadn't helped Yeom Hwaun for his promise—no, she simply had a particular distaste for people who wore black robes and masks.
