A Bunch of Weakling (2)

Medeia splashed water onto his face and let out a soft chuckle. "Water and sand are not great combinations. It's not rocket science."

She said it casually, but there was an undeniable mockery in it. She didn't even need to use her demonic skills or summon her abyssal sword because this wasn't a real fight, but it was just a warm-up. Both of their abilities were Grade-B, after all.

She cracked her knuckles, then tilted her head with a slow, eerie grin. "Since you refuse to make a deal with me, that means …" Her blue eyes darkened. "All of you will become my dinner."

Despite Medeia's delicate appearance, something about her sent an instinctive warning through their bones. Every nerve screamed at them to run.

And yet, their pride wouldn't let them.

Instead of retreating, they pulled out their weapons, from a butcher knife to rifles.