Bab 679: Our Alpha Must Survive

Baroness Everbee, a figure of power and malevolence, observed the unfolding tragedy with a detached amusement. To her, the desperate struggles of the inhabitants of Glenn's territory were nothing more than a spectacle, a source of entertainment much like a child watching ants scatter in panic when poured with water.

High above, in a realm that blurred the lines between the eighth earth and another world, she sat comfortably, watching the chaos she had orchestrated below. 

Her chuckle, devoid of any warmth, echoed through her ethereal domain as she reveled in the destruction and despair.

This was all her plan, a meticulously crafted symphony of suffering, and she was savoring every moment. But the sight of the people trying to escape, finding a glimmer of hope amidst the horror, seemed to irritate her. She wouldn't allow them even that small mercy. Escape was not an option in the game she had designed.