"Come out?"
Isabel's thoughts were a bit hazy, in that grey and murky space, she seemed to have nothing left but war, war, and more battles.
One battle after another, one slaughter after another.
Even she couldn't remember how long she had been fighting, or how many werewolves she had killed.
She only felt that her state was getting better and better.
Until all the surrounding werewolves were gone, and the ones that reappeared were of inconceivably greater strength, a single blow made her newly consolidated soul tremble greatly.
Only then did she suddenly wake up, quickly withdrawing her figure from the Divine Ruins.
Thinking about that last terrifying werewolf, her body couldn't help but shudder.
Vigorously shaking her head to rid herself of that sensation, Isabel finally had the presence of mind to assess her current situation.
And upon feeling it, her body couldn't help but shudder, her eyes widened instantly.
"I've broken through!"
