Even from outside, she could hear them celebrating.
Celeste Grant had already arrived silently outside the main entrance of the bandit's den. The soldiers who had accompanied her were still further back.
Once she dealt with the bandits, the soldiers could come and clean up the aftermath. The truth was, she hadn't fought in a long time and her hands were itching for some action. Since these bandits had crossed her path today, she might as well get some exercise. It wasn't like she had anything better to do.
She glanced at the greatsword in her hand. She had casually commandeered it from one of the accompanying generals, just to borrow it for a while.
Her gaze fell upon the sky above the bandit's den. Normal people couldn't see it, but in her eyes, the place was suffused with an overwhelming aura of bloodlust. This was proof that these bandits were utterly depraved, their hands stained with the blood of countless innocent lives.
