Bab 70: Chapter Sixty Eight *Deja vu*

The smell of death was getting more and more intense. As Andria walked out of her tent, she found chaos everywhere.

Most of her men were slaughtered.

Others were wounded.

Women being rapped in every inch of the village like there were no dignity or respect

Kids were dying. Children were raped.

Nothing moral, humiliation everywhere.

And there was Alfred, watching the chaos like it was refreshing.

With a cold smile on his face and dead bodies around him, he liked it.

Yet the ghost of darkness, with every inch of himself darker than the night sky, he brought the darkness to life.

"Enough," Andria screamed, her eyes tearing up.

"Please tell me you have a better plan," Lewis said.

"We tried magic, tried the help of his sister, but everything failed!" Andria yelled.

"Liam is gone, Andria, it's only the ghost of darkness, only a demon," Lewis yelled.