PREVIEW
... nt glow of the streetlamps, ready to swing at the neck of that arrogant bastard, when...
—CLANG!
Something slips between the blade and the man’s neck, blocking my strike.
A sword of white flames, yet solid—the weapon of a Monster Reaper.
That Monster Reaper.
The one from that night.
That masked bitch...
How the hell did she find me again?! And right when I was about to crush these insects!
There’s no other explanation—she’s been tai ...
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