The Nymph's eyes darted around at the five figures surrounding her as she was filled with panic and rage.
On her side was a large wound dripping pale green blood. She gritted her teeth and stared at the person hovering above her in the sky.
It was a man with fiery red hair and fire wings on his back. The man wore a small smile on his face as he stared down at her.
From that angle, it was as if she was staring up at a god.
"Just as I thought. We're actually stronger than an S-ranked boss monster. You creatures weren't worth the hype," the man said in a mocking tone.
Watching from the side were four figures cloaked in shadow. One of them was an orc, who watched smugly from the sidelines with the others, but she was certain he was the weakest of the group.
The others, on the other hand, were as powerful or even more powerful than the man she was facing.
The five of them had shown up to kill her, but the man with the fiery red hair had suggested that he would face her alone.
