[Outskirts of Ragon City - The Decimated Hut.]
The dust from the obliterated hut settled over the pulverized remains of the Cultists. The sheer disparity in power made the ambush look less like a battle and more like pest control.
Mirabella walked towards them, stopping in front of the lady, her boots crunching softly against the shattered wood. The assassin was still suspended in the air, gasping for breath. She bent down and picked up the two red daggers that had fallen to the dirt. A blue system window immediately populated her vision, analyzing the poison-laced metal.
"Hmm... These aren't bad, both Epic class weapons. But they're useless to me." She looked up at the lady. In the grand scheme of Galaxy Fall's vast loot tables, Epic tier was merely decent vendor trash for someone aiming for the absolute top.
"Can I have it?" She asked. Her voice was perfectly calm, a chilling contrast to the violent grip holding the woman aloft.
