Bab 493: I make the Waste land your graves

At the moment, the memories of those that Victor had stolen from the wall, as well as their pain, fluttered through his mind.

Deep down within his soul, he could still hear their ceaseless begging, pleading for him to take justice for them.

After all, he might not have been sewn completely to the wall, but at the same time, he was still a part of them.

The old woman raised her head to the towering figure that had now become Victor.

Only moments ago, she had been in a position where he was nothing but another statue on her never-empty wall, and now he was so much more.

The threat he posed was not just his size but also the obvious killing intent that seeped through his skin.

He had acquired quite a lot from those on the walls.

The old woman immediately changed direction in fear as she sought an escape.

Unfortunately, Victor was now at a level many times her strength.