Valeria strode into the dungeon, her boots echoing against the stone floor as more than half of the assembled hunters followed behind her.
Her lips curled into a smug smirk, and she tossed a glance over her shoulder at the remaining groups outside.
"Idiots! Cowards and useless fools."
She muttered, her voice dripping with disdain.
Her eyes narrowed, catching sight of Noah and Nora as they stayed back with Selene's team.
The twins, with their pristine Vale bloodline, stood there like statues—calm and composed.
"Gullible children. Despite being from the Vale main family, they don't understand how this world works."
Valeria whispered under her breath.
Her steps quickened, and her mind raced. She could already see it—the moment when she'd return victorious, dragging the dungeon's core behind her.
She'd stand before Chairman Vale, her triumph undeniable. He'd see her worth then, wouldn't he?