The Woman Called Calamity

"A bug in this place at this time. Is he also your pawn?" Crimson Specter strolled into the treasury with calm steps.

It was an exceedingly refined place. The blue marble walls were polished to the point they could work as fine mirrors.

There seemed to be an endless line of shelves carved into the walls, each containing extremely precious treasures.

Even if Centaurus declined, its wealth was higher than a hundred provinces combined.

Each shelf was guarded by a small unicorn statue. Just like outside, if any unauthorized person entered this place, they'd be attacked by the vitality-sucking red orbs.

Even though each unicorn statue was smaller and weaker than the ones outside, they could pile up their attacks and overwhelm even a rank 6.

That's why, even though Crimson Specter and Miss Calamity's clone entered the treasury, they didn't do anything rash.