She hadn't summoned him.
And yet, there he was.
The white tiger was no longer merely standing on the battlefield. No, he was soaring, locked in combat high above them. The entire roof had become a vast, endless battleground, stretching far beyond the physical space of the room.
This shouldn't be possible.
Even though she had created this isolated space, it should have had limits. And yet, Beom moved as if the sky itself was his playground.
Esme exhaled, steadying herself. Not now. She could analyze this later.
Turning back to the woman, her eyes gleamed with renewed interest.
"Let's exchange something else," she said smoothly, stepping forward.
The woman's brows furrowed in wariness.
Esme crouched down beside her, gaze drifting over the scattered bodies sprawled on the floor. A slow, deliberate smirk tugged at her lips.
"How about this?"
She straightened and took a step back, her voice dropping into something almost playful—almost deadly.
