Capítulo 119: Madwoman

Day of the attack, early morning. 

Lumla Shur considered herself a powerful woman. The reason was simple. She had hands that could bend iron like paper, her kicks could make walls tumble down. The power of an A-rank Hunter was no joke—she ruled a part of the world. 

Not to mention—nobody could lie to her. Not against her ability.

Lumla touched the demon mask on her face and looked up at the sky, it was a calm morning. The sun was peaking up from the horizon and the birds were chirping in the background. Mere meters in front of her, the veil that separated the world within the mega-dungeon and the world outside it stood without so much as a ripple.

Behind her, the two others of her faction—Wind and Blood—stood silently. They were her slaves, nobody knew that about them. Her family had trained them since their birth and they didn't know what being not-a-slave was like. 

Lumla frowned. 

"They would be here in some minutes," she said.