Dark Rebels stomped over the corpses of fallen soldiers, wicked grins behind their masks, and bloodlust oozing out of them.
Dark Rebels was a terrorist organization that dreamt of a world where there were no laws and only absolute freedom.
They believed that laws were created to control and oppress people and that freedom was restricted because of it.
"…Huh?"
In that moment, one of the Dark Rebels noticed a woman standing in the distance. She was dressed in armor.
Two swords hung from her hands, and eyes blazed with determination.
"Look who we got here… Aurel the Dancer… King Julius' very own mercenary, haha… You fight for money, so why don't you join our side?
"We can afford you."
Dark Rebel said with a smirk.
'I don't fight for money. I fight for peace.'
Inside Raon's head, he was able to hear Aurel's voice, and then he opened the pink lips of the beautiful woman.
"I don't fight for money. I fight for peace."
Raon repeated her words.
"Hahahaha!"
