Chapter 231: Real Pain

The ground had stopped its shaking.

The trees, their leaves, and their branches, moved only according to the wind's will.

Bleugh-

A stench slowly started polluting the air.

From her nose to her lips, from her lips to her chin, and from her chin to her throat, dark lines stained Yarnha's fair skin.

Dried, the dark blood seemed like ink. The kind of ink one would expect to find on the face of a Spirit that dresses in bones and skulls.

The pond of dark blood at her feet had dried off too. Or perhaps, seeped into the ground below.

The collapsed Yarnha lay on the ground. Her arms supported her weight, allowing her chest to be raised off the ground and her gaze to focus on the Monster.

'Fuck...' The Spirit cursed internally.

It clenched its fists and lowered its gaze for a moment.

'Now that he has seen me like this, I-'

Cough-