It was while lying on a high tree, gazing at the window.

The Seventh Apostle saw and heard it clearly. The trivial murmurs of an insignificant individual reached her ears with crystal clarity.

It was due to the Sensory Pathway of Blood Arts. She had cast it to catch even the faintest breath of the small cult leader's focused breathing.

Her heightened senses captured everything.

"You should surrender and pledge yourself to the main family first. I'll let you clean my feet. I'm being sincere."

The despicable voice of the Namgung mongrel tainted her ears.

Step.

She took a step …