Filled with glee, Miss Yan approached the dead Titan Giant's foot, reaching out to touch the depleted arcane runes on its body.
Suddenly, she heard a sound from dozens of meters away.
'?'
'Could it be this Titan isn't truly dead?'
She grew more vigilant, and the faint flames in her eyes blazed hotter.
She strode along the edge of the Titan's corpse. Her movements were like walking on invisible quicksand, with a natural sway from the waist down—nothing forced or artificial.
A string of tiny, silent bells was tied around her ankle. They had been hidden beneath her proper gentleman's attire, but after her transformation, they were now boldly on display.
'No, it's definitely dead.'
'Perhaps just a part of its body collapsing.'
'I'm being too cautious.'
