Bang! Bang! Bang!
Watching the four undead servants destroying her illusion with so much ease, the Slave Trade Guild Captain's lips could not help but curl up a bit.
'So it is you.' Her eyes became colder.
If the Grim Reaper was truly the one attacking them, then everything made sense.
Most of the upper echelon of the guild knew the Grim Reaper was a wanted man and the top priority on their killing list.
Thus, his retaliation and attack on their hideout was something she could understand.
Still, she could not understand how he could bypass all the security measures she had put in place.
She had made sure something like this would never happen to her, but she was wrong.
Too wrong.
This was not an attack on the Sandroach Men, but on her, on her guild, and if she could not stop the Grim Reaper, this might be her end.
"Find him," she commanded.
