Honestly, there had been no need for Old Master Lan to ask anything—the scene before him had already answered every question.
For all General Lan's pride in the strength of their army and their elite special forces, the battle unfolding on the screen was not one any human should have been able to fight.
At its center stood a young girl—delicate, almost doll-like, with an innocent, harmless face.
In her hand, she wielded a dagger nearly the length of a sword, carving her way through a field of corpses.
Kira's speed was beyond comprehension. The cameras barely managed to catch the faintest trace of her shadow whenever she slowed down just enough to strike.
Yet those dark, grotesque creatures were no less formidable than she was.
Old Master Lan found himself thinking that if anyone else attempted to face those monsters, their fate would be sealed within two moves—at best. Even that was an optimistic estimate. More likely, they would die without ever understanding how.
