Asher and Rebecca strode across the scorched sands, the desert winds whipping around them like ghostly whispers from a dead world.
The heat waves distorted the air, making the massive tent ahead shimmer in the distance like a mirage.
But the moment they drew closer, a towering armored figure stood at the entrance—her imposing frame unmoving, like an eternal sentinel.
Rebecca had her lips part in surprise upon seeing Eradicator standing here.
Asher barely had time to say anything before Valeria took a single step forward, her form exuding an eerie stillness, her gloved hands resting lightly on the hilt of her blade. The tension in the air coiled like a beast preparing to strike.
Then, in an emotionless, cold voice, she asked:
"Do you want me to dispose of her?"
Eradicator remembered how one of Asher's enemies was Rebecca and the nuisances she had caused for him.
Even though she knew he could handle her, she wanted to make sure, especially seeing her follow him here.
