Noah flew through the night sky, only to find himself falling into danger once again.
'What the hell is wrong with my luck?!'
He cursed inwardly.
He had barely managed to escape Tharlyssa's grasp, yet the woman was already chasing him again like a madwoman.
'What have I ever done to deserve this?!'
Clicking his tongue in frustration, Noah urged his ice sword higher into the sky, hoping to put more distance between them.
Unfortunately, his pursuer had no intention of letting him go.
Countless blood-red blades streaked through the air behind him, pursuing him relentlessly.
As Noah dodged one attack after another, he began to piece together a few things about his opponent.
First, she was clearly enjoying this little game of cat and mouse far too much.
Second, she definitely had a few screws loose in her head.
And third, she seemed to specialize in long-range combat rather than close-quarters fighting.
