Wasn't it just herself and Ruan Mei here?
Where had that sound come from?
She frowned involuntarily and abruptly opened her eyes.
Then—
Before her, countless overlapping shadows surged like a tide, and variables quietly emerged within her field of vision. They did not give off any exceptional aura, at most resembling fully equipped Cloud Cavalry soldiers. They could not exert even the slightest pressure on an Emanator.
Yet these very phantoms instantly dragged Herta's memories back to that unforgettable moment.
—The Ghost Shadow raid, the instant the Wolf King suddenly appeared!
The scene at the company flickered before her eyes, only to be shattered by countless streams of consciousness and data like a raging storm. Every fragment was like a sharp blade, slicing through her soul.
Clearly, she had not gone through any direct confrontation, yet her entire body felt as though it were being scorched by blazing fire. The pain was unbearable, every cell trembling as if about to burst apart.
"Steppe Wolf Ghost Shadow Legion!!"
"...Wait, why are these ghost soldiers obeying your orders?"
Herta abruptly turned toward Ruan Mei and demanded an answer, looking as though she were about to lose her mind.
If Ms. Herta regarded Russell with seventy percent anger and thirty percent appreciation—
Then toward that wolf, it was thirty percent anger, seventy percent hatred, plus ninety percent killing intent.
—If that bastard had not inexplicably beaten her up, how could she have rushed into Russell and been injured by the Joy-bringers' AoE, only to still get utterly crushed when she tried to strike back?
And now, one of her few friends had used one of that gray wolf's most iconic abilities.
Confusion flickered in Ruan Mei's eyes. She stared at Herta as though trying to catch even the slightest clue from her