Chapter 724: The Seven Lords of Twilight
A wave of blistering heat washed over the plaza as flames roared from Isla's maw, devouring the gathered Orcs in a torrent of red-orange inferno.
Myl instinctively shielded her eyes, though the heat hardly bothered her body anymore, thanks to her becoming Rank-5 Mystic. When the fire cleared, only blackened corpses and smoldering stone remained.
Isla returned to her humanoid form in a flash of molten glow, her crimson hair swaying as she cracked her neck and stepped over the scorched remains. Her eyes shone with restrained fury.
"Why did you kill them?" Myl asked, her voice quiet but firm, eyes lingering on the charred bodies.
Isla snorted, barely glancing at the corpses. "I'm just pissed at these morons." She turned to the west, gaze distant. A gust of wind tugged her hair as she whispered, "In this twilight land, only a few beings threaten my position. I want to know which bastard is scheming behind my back."
