"..."

Shrrrk!

Clara’s pale fingers made the balisong dance chaotically, its blade flickering between her fingertips.

With a swift spin, she flicked off the blood clinging to the blade and snapped it shut with a crisp clack.

Then, just as quickly, she struck again.

No hesitation. No mercy.

The blade found its mark in the enemy’s vital point, burying itself cleanly.

Without sparing a glance at the ones attempting to enter the tunnel, she pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Gguhhh—!"

The target choked, blood foaming between their lips as they desperately clutched at the hole in their throat.@@novelbin@@

They had already dropped their weapon—too preoccupied with their impending death to care.

Clara finished the job by smashing them across the face with the butt of her pistol—

CRACK!

Then, she hopped backward.

"You little rat bitch!"

BOOM! The spot where Clara had stood was obliterated by a massive fist.

The hulking figures, each with a mechanical arm, were undoubtedly the beastman brothers Rohan had mentioned.

‘Hmm, they’re the last ones left, then...’

Clara remained unfazed by the curses and threats spilling from the criminals' mouths.

This was no place for social niceties.

She shut out their words, filtering only the information she needed.

Click!

As Clara landed on the tunnel roof, she saw the beastmen’s mechanical arms shifting—morphing into firearms.

She wasn’t surprised.

Without stopping, she leapt gracefully, light as a butterfly.

Wrrrrrrrr! RATATATATATA—!

Bullets rained from two mounted machine guns, but Clara dodged them like a nimble squirrel, weaving between the barrage.

She checked her mana reserves, quickly analyzing the battlefield.

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