"Hmph!" Lance tossed her aside with one hand. Looking down at the Barbarian Woman sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, he scoffed, "You'll always be nothing but trash, not even worthy of dying at my hands."
The Barbarian Woman gasped for air, trying to rise and fight again. But when she looked up into his indifferent eyes, her anger was extinguished in an instant, revealing the fear hidden within. She felt as if she had returned to that night enveloped by piercing cold, a night when endless fear had almost claimed her soul.
"@!#%...*"
Overwhelmed by immense pressure, the Barbarian Woman's sanity collapsed into despair. She hugged her head, uttering incomprehensible tribal language, all traces of her previous fury gone.
