"Look at you, you soiled my clothes." Azalea patted the blood stains on her clothes in disgust before pulling out her sword forcefully. Following the sound of a sharp whistle, blood gushed from Astrid’s chest, and her body went limp. She collapsed to the ground as life drained from her.

"Azalea, what are you doing?" The group of masked women was shocked to see Astrid fall. They never imagined that they would end up turning against each other.

"You shall fall too." Azalea opened up her palm and blew lightly at the masked women, creating a crimson mist that enveloped everyone present. Soon, the unsuspecting group of people, including Dahlia, fell unconscious to the ground.