"Weak! Way too weak!!" she grumbled, eyeing the monsters converging on her with the smile of a hungry predator.
Only someone like her would consider monsters with Life Rank 10 or 11 as weak after dispatching them so easily. It was borderline absurd. It made one wonder just how strong she—no, they—really were.
The number two flashed on her golden bracelet.
She waited. Her prey was coming.
And finally, they arrived.
Dun~Dun~Dun~
Three mutated cyclopses stomped into the clearing, each one like a mountain of gray, scarred flesh, muscles bulging as if hungry for destruction. Their single eyes burned with fury the moment they noticed the dismembered remains of their fallen brethren. Rage consumed them, drowning out any rationality. They roared—a guttural, earth-shaking bellow that sent vibrations through the floating island.
''How cute!" Lilith was amused.
Then they charged.
