章 963: Poison of Majesty

Viccil emerged out of the compound Territory, and her state was less than appealing. Her body was mostly covered in thick, wooden bark – shaped like bulky armor – but that didn't seem to have deterred the visceral blows she had received while fighting the lanky, square-jawed man before her. Blood was gushing from several gashes over the bark that left her real armor and flesh exposed, seeming to have done no better job against whatever had been flung her way within the Territory, rather, Territories.

It appeared in the battle of expelled domains, she had not fared too well.

As she coughed a mouthful of blood from behind her veil, Viccil collapsed to her knees. 

Her opponent looked extremely tired, but he found enough mirth on his tongue to amuse himself with silent jests about his enemy. Now, all that was left, was to finish her off. He had won all else, hadn't he?

Unfortunately, that was not easily done.