In the distant forest, where the moonlight no longer reached, a creature stood atop a large rock. The surroundings were filled with smoke and thick energy, as if the very earth was afraid of its presence.
From the darkness, two red eyes gleamed—sharp, cold, and full of anger. In the creature's hand was an ancient dagger wrapped in black flames.
"They think she's already safe?" a cold voice echoed, like a simultaneous whisper and scream flowing through the air.
"That's what they think!! As long as she's alive, I'll make sure she suffers greatly! She shouldn't have escaped my servants, so I can take everything she has!!"
The creature's angry declaration was accompanied by a piercing gaze in the direction of the cabin where Livia was.
Slowly, the ground beneath the creature opened, and various forms of creatures emerged from it, like shadows—eyes gleaming with red light.
"Prepare yourself, Livia..." the creature whispered again.
"Because I'm not done tormenting you yet!!"
