...An Old One!
Having grasped the general situation, Kevin's face turned livid. The fingers of his right hand clawed forward through the air, his knuckles crackling as the force of the Inch Heart Fist condensed to its utmost limit, ready to strike.
At the critical moment, the man's heart suddenly pounded. A hazy white mist rose from nowhere and spread through the surroundings in the blink of an eye. The nearby scenery twisted and shifted, and the Puppet Girl faded along with it.
At the far end of Kevin's gaze, the valiant female hunter sat upright on a bench, while the picture frame at her feet lay shattered to pieces.
Maria's eyes were filled with ashes of despair. Clutching a shard of glass picked up from the frame, she repeatedly slit open her right wrist, blood dripping steadily onto the ground.
However, after encountering countless strange opportunities in the Sumeru catacombs, the female hunter had inherited an enormous amount of blood energy, granting her a body that was nearly immortal.
Thus, the moment she cut open a blood vessel, only a thin spray of blood burst forth before the blood energy contracted on its own.
Even before Maria could pull out the broken glass, pink granulation tissue began writhing and growing wildly around the wound.
Accompanied by a wave of numb itching, the arm that had just been a bloody mess instantly returned to normal.
No matter how many times she tried, she simply could not overcome this body's instinct to survive.
Maria was overwhelmed by sorrow and frustration.
Fortunately, she had prepared other things. It would not come to the point where even death was beyond her reach.
The female hunter silently raised the golden goblet. The wine within shimmered with a silver-gray glow—it was a silver nitrate poison