Trouble at Liberty Watch

Away from the warmth of the campfire and the protective dome of Erik's creation, plunging instead into the icy chill of the winter forest. Amidst the labyrinth of skeletal trees and frozen terrain, a fierce battle raged under the silvery glow of the moon.

Vanessa, a tornado of lethal grace and unbridled, murdering rage, was the driving force behind it all. As she engaged a group of Frantian soldiers, her breath billowed in the biting air. Her Brain Crystal pumped mana out with unrelenting speed, manifesting a shimmering mana spear that she used to impale her and her comrades' enemies without mercy.

Every strike resulted from meticulous planning, and every defense and maneuver was executed with lethal grace.

She fought like a storm, her eyes becoming brittle with grim determination and every muscle in her body tensing up and getting ready to pounce.

Dark blood blotches had now marred the once-peaceful white canvas, and footprints covered the snow around her.