The sheer scale of the slaughter was staggering. Even Seraphina, who had already undergone her second awakening, leveled up again from the carnage. With the level-up, her condition began to recover slightly—not quite back to her peak, but her health had climbed back to around 60 or 70 percent.
"ROOOAAARRR!"
Seraphina let out a thunderous, earth-shaking roar.
The thrill of the kill.
The rush of growing stronger.
It sent a wave of euphoria surging through her.
But just then—
Something changed.
A sudden, chilling whisper, like it came straight from the depths of hell, echoed through the air:
"Withering Breath!"
The voice was low, demonic, and full of malice. At the same time, Seraphina's instincts screamed danger. She reacted instantly, trying to dodge.
"BOOM!"
But even with her quick reflexes, she was a split second too late.
