10th Floor III

With a flicker of movement, Roselia was the first to act. One moment she was standing still, the next she was behind the closest thug, her claws slicing through his throat like paper. Blood sprayed into the air as his body collapsed.

Roman followed immediately, unsheathing his sword in a single, fluid motion. His blade gleamed under the neon lights before carving a deep gash through another man's torso, splitting him open from shoulder to waist.

Naval and Liliana didn't hesitate either. The moment two of the enemies lunged toward them, their hands moved in a blur. A gust of wind erupted from Naval's palm, launching one man into a nearby wall with a sickening crunch. Liliana, in contrast, was precise—her dagger found the soft spot between the ribs, puncturing a lung with surgical efficiency.

Millim simply smirked. The last two men turned to her, their faces contorted in fear. "D-Demon…!" one of them gasped.