Lynch's brow instantly furrowed, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm. A trace of extreme shock flickered in his gray eyes, immediately transforming into deep caution and anger, as he stared intently at where the scarlet tongue had attacked from.
'What is that?!'
The Domain-level corpse, that movable treasure trove he had risked so much to defeat, was intercepted just as it was about to fall into his hands?!
Lynch immediately swung his head around, his sharp gaze like two cold arrows, shooting toward the shadowy corner of the ruins.
He saw a small figure that had appeared there at some unknown time.
A girl who looked only twelve or thirteen, stood there quietly. She wore a large, scarlet wizard robe, its color dull like dried blood, covering most of her body and revealing only a pale face with an expression of indifference not fitting her age.
