Mei Yilan slowly turned, her gaze sweeping over the shifting darkness. "Well," she said, her voice cutting through the gloom like a shard of ice, "you certainly aren't the ones who I killed back then."
A tall, spindly figure detached himself from the shadows. Wraith-043 stepped forward, the charcoal mask gleaming. As he moved, a suffocating, heavy pressure flooded the chamber, the unmistakable aura of a Peak Golden Core master. He tilted his head, a wide, jagged grin visible beneath the edge of his mask.
"I truly didn't expect to see you here, Crimson Sword Master," he rasped, his voice a hideous sound like grinding bone. He let out a low, mocking laugh. "I am glad I accepted this contract. To think, I get to be the one to extinguish the woman who humiliated the Thousand-Ghost Syndicate and stained our record with the blood of my seniors."
