"Are you stupid? Useless? Move, damn you!"
Icehart's voice tore through the forest like a whip, raw with rage.
Around him, bloodied subordinates scrambled through the undergrowth, panic clinging to their breaths, eyes wild, blades flashing uselessly through mist and leaf.
They scoured the dense forest, blades drawn, breaths ragged.
"You useless bastard!" Icehart roared, grabbing one of them by the collar and shoving him forward.
"That stupid bitch messed everything up and now she wants me to clean it up? Go to hell!"
He turned and stormed deeper into the woods, fury radiating from every step.
Zhao Mei and Zhao Yun had escaped, they didn't even tell him where the artifact was.
They were supposed to be broken, barely clinging to life. Playthings. Ruined.
Betty had ordered their release.
"Let the men have their fun," she had said, voice cold and detached.
But in that moment when their chains were broken, at that very moment, the sisters struck.
