Ironthorn Wrath

Thalia sent the message and lay back on the wooden bed.

Thinking about what just happened still made her uneasy.

She was too weak. She had to get stronger—fast.

Otherwise, she'd always be pushed around like this.

If she were Level 4, who would dare point a gun at her and send her out as bait?

Raptor Mercenary Corps, huh? You've got my attention now. I'll deal with all of you later, scums.

"Thalia,