Chapter 5689 Physiological Flaw

"Improper?" Her voice was icy, the syllables fired off so quickly they tangled together. "Look at yourself—you're half dead already. You're a clay idol trying to cross a river, and you still dare to play hero? Up here on level nine, the strong devour the weak. They surrounded me because I was unlucky and not strong enough. That's the law, and today happens to be my turn. You chose to kill them. Your choice, not mine. Did you honestly expect me to fall at your feet in gratitude—or worse, throw myself into your arms? You've got some skill, sure. Shame the brain behind it is dull. Those three were only outer disciples of the Dark Wrath Sect. Slaughtering them means real trouble will sniff you out soon."
"If you want to live, stop clinging to me and start figuring out how to run."
She spat the warning in a single breath—sharp, rapid, dismissive—turning Jared's act of rescue into an irritant she could hardly be bothered to swat away.