An ordinary person might not have noticed, but Serena's senses were exceptionally sharp.
She clearly felt several icy, murderous gazes lock onto her.
Serena feigned ignorance, continuing to walk in her high heels.
As she neared a corner.
She suddenly quickened her pace, and the moment her figure vanished around it.
Her hand shot up, her fingers pulling a small, inconspicuous black hairpin from her hair.
Without looking back, she flicked her wrist.
The hairpin shot out like an arrow, whistling through the air.
A muffled grunt echoed from the darkness, followed by the heavy thud of a body hitting the floor.
The sound instantly provoked an enraged curse from the shadows. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Five stout men dressed in black, their faces covered in the typical style of Norvane warriors, emerged from the shadows.
The only parts of them visible were their eyes, which were cold and vicious, staring at Serena with intense, murderous intent.
Each one brandished a classic Norvane weapon, and with a roar, they charged viciously at Serena.
It was obvious at a glance...
These were the remnants of the Norvane group that hadn't been completely eradicated.
Since they were from Norvane, Elyndor's jurisdiction could only extend so far.
Serena had eliminated all the remnants rooted within Elyndor, but she couldn't stop the die-hards from Norvane who kept smuggling themselves across the border to seek revenge.
Serena's eyes grew cold as the five Norvane remnants lunged at her.
Even in a luxurious red evening gown and four-inch stiletto heels.
Her movements were as fluid and swift as lightning.
With a slight turn, she dodged a descending blade.
A flash of her long, toned leg disappeared beneath the fiery red hem of her gown.
Her sharp stiletto was as deadly as a knife.
With a sharp, metallic ring, her stiletto heel connected with the blade, knocking it off course with lethal precision.
Then, she pivoted her leg.
The heel slammed into the man's wrist.
There was a sickening snap.
The weapon fell to the floor as the man screamed in pain.
Serena didn't stop, her long leg blurring as she struck at another opponent.
The sharp heel brutally kicked the back of one man's knee, causing him to cry out and collapse to the ground.
For a moment, the sound of cracking bones was sharp and clear, followed by a series of agonized screams.
Her movements were incredibly fast,
the fiery red of her dress creating et
dazzling, sharp arc in the narrow hallway.
"Serena!"
Julian arrived just behind her.
He had just found his long-lost little sister, only to see her being ambushed.
The men, dressed in Norvane attire, were wielding sharp weapons. They were clearly trying to kill Serena!
The eyes behind Julian's gold-rimmed glasses instantly turned frosty.
He lunged forward and delivered a
flying kick, slamming it into a warrior who was trying to ambush Serena,
was
from behind.
The warrior was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.
"Julian?"
Serena
straighoked her leg out, the long
straight limb a blur as she precisely
danother attacker in the chin.
She then raised her foot and stomped her sharp heel on the wrist of a man trying to
get up.
The man screamed.
Unfazed, Serena looked up at Julian. "What are you doing here?"
All five Norvane remnants were now on the ground.
Julian watched his sister, stunned by her cool, formidable skills and her calm, clear eyes.
He felt a sense of shock.
He quickly walked to her side, his eyes scanning her from head to toe.