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A sinister smirk crept across the figure's face, a reflection of dark satisfaction. "Of course, other external disciples met their demise as well, especially those who returned, foolishly believing they could exact revenge," he taunted. "But look at you—only you have managed to last this long."

He let out a chilling giggle, the sound echoing ominously in the cavernous chamber. His gaze flicked toward the now-open wall, and Lunara's heart sank as she noticed the glimmer of greed in his eyes, sparkling with malicious intent. Even through her blurred vision, she could see the eagerness etched on his features.

"So, these are the treasures of a middle-grade clan?" he mused, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I wonder how they will serve my ambitions. I'm sure Uncle will reward me handsomely for this."

He licked his lips, stepping forward with a swagger that dripped with arrogance, carelessly trampling over Lunara's fallen form. She grunted in pain, the weight of his foot pressing down on her, but she refused to let him see her weakness.

As he advanced toward the shimmering treasures just beyond the threshold, Lunara's resolve hardened. This man may have underestimated her, but she would not be a mere stepping stone in his path. With every ounce of strength she could muster, she prepared to rise and confront him, knowing that the legacy of her clan was at stake. The time for retribution was upon her, and she would reclaim her honor.