Chapitre 153: A Theater of Horor

Alicia shook her head, a mixture of frustration and bemusement evident in her expression. She hadn't expected their conversation to delve into debates about idealism with Hobe, of all people.

Yet, here they were, grappling with the complexities of their differing perspectives on the world.

Alicia, now covered in the repulsive fluids from the zombies she dispatched, simply pressed a button on her gear, and like magic, the mechanism sprang to life, cleansing her attire.

In a matter of seconds, her face and hair were pristine once again.

Alicia stood before him, clean yet still glistening from the remnants of their battle. There was an undeniable allure to her appearance, a fact not lost on Hobe.