None of that mattered anymore.
Since her identity had been exposed, all she needed to do was ensure every single beastman who knew the truth died right here.
Bree cast a glance at Sylas, Hayden, and the other males, who were all bristling with rage, before turning her gaze toward Rory in the distance. As a rank-thirteen Zerg, her eyesight was exceptionally sharp. Even across such a distance, she could clearly make out the expression on Rory's face.
"Rory, did you detoxify Sylas and the others?" If they hadn't been cured of her poison, there was no way they would ever act like this toward her.
Rory acknowledged it openly. "That's right. Not only did I detoxify them, but I also know you belong to the Scaleshedder tribe among the Zerg."
"Only Scaleshedder females can transform into beastman females after reaching rank thirteen without being detected."
Gritting her teeth, Bree snarled, "So today was a setup all along—you intentionally lured me out here?!"
