Alexandra moved through the darkness like water flowing through a river, without making a sound.
The Cloak of Occult wrapped around her body like a second layer of reality, concealing not only her figure but also her aura, laws, spatial fluctuations, and even the traces created by her movement.
At this point, she was practically nonexistent, yet Alexandra's expression remained cold, for she wasn't pleased.
Being ordered around by Destin Saint was already irritating enough, but what bothered her more was that he had casually sent her toward an unknown anomaly after the God of Hollow Undead himself had admitted that he couldn't understand what was happening.
That alone made Alexandra wary.
'That old monster called him an ant just moments ago.' Her eyes narrowed beneath the hood. 'Now he's asking for help.'
