Gleipnir Manhua

In the heart of the city, where the neon lights flickered and the alleyways whispered secrets, a new player emerged in the deadly game of shadows. Her name was Eris, a enigmatic figure with eyes as cold as ice and a smile that held the promise of danger. Eris was a master of deception, her every move calculated and precise. No one knew where she came from, or what drove her to dance on the edge of chaos. But one thing was clear - she craved power, and she would stop at nothing to claim it. As whispers of her presence spread through the criminal underworld, fear began to coil in the hearts of those who knew her name. Some said she was a demon in human form, a harbinger of doom who left destruction in her wake. Others whispered that she was a fallen angel, a lost soul seeking redemption in a world that had long forgotten the meaning of mercy. But Eris paid no heed to the rumors that swirled around her like a cloak of shadows. She moved with purpose, her steps light as a cat's as she navigated the treacherous waters of betrayal and deceit. And as she weaved her web of lies, drawing her unsuspecting prey ever closer, a glint of amusement flickered in her eyes. With each passing night, Eris's legend grew, her name whispered in hushed tones by those who dared to speak of her at all. And as she stood on the precipice of greatness, a storm brewing on the horizon, she knew that the time for games was over. The city would tremble at her feet, and those who stood in her way would learn the true meaning of fear.