The woman in white was terrifying—every step she took was a death sentence. Her Ghostwillow blade was as thin as a whisper, and every slash drew blood, each strike hitting a vital spot.

Within seconds, aside from Roger, the remaining members of the Wrights' elite guard were dead on the spot.

"Who the hell are you?" Roger yelled, drenched in cold sweat. "Why are you going this far? Why the hell are you killing everyone?"

The woman came to a stop. After that brutal bout of violence, her face