บท 1679: Last Chance!

A bunch of monsters!

Santa's eyes turned red, seeing the battered-up Gwen. 

Her eyes were purple and swollen like walnuts, with one side visibly bigger than the other.

Her cheek had visible slap marks on them and the clothes she dawned were now old peasant attires rather than her royal one.

The clothes were bigger than her, sagging on one side of her shoulder. 

Her hair was a mess and her lips were cracked beyond belief. 

Santa's body trembled vigorously, thinking of all the things she might've undergone. 

Fear paralyzed his legs, as his heart lurched uncontrollably, too scared of his imagination. 

Santa couldn't imagine what would've happened if his niece was no longer here. 

If they shipped her to a faraway location, the damage done to her would've been irreversible. 

Seeing her facing smile, Santa knew she stalked the matter.