บท 841: Chapter 690: Lanci's Huadu Endgame_3

Enon trudged along, her heels dragging behind a charred and shapeless corpse of a Demon Race, step by step towards Count Bathist's home.

Everything she saw before her no longer resembled the sun-soaked Count Bathist's Mansion held in her fleeting memory.

She glanced down at herself, the once spotless maid's dress now saturated with blood and riddled with blackened holes.

It was far from proper etiquette, but it didn't matter anymore.

The torrential downpour continued to pelt down, washing over her battered body, cleaning the puddles of blood and mud under her feet.

The thunder gradually receded, the night shrouded by storm quieted down, and the rain seemed to be easing.

By the time Enon finally arrived at the gates of Count Bathist's Mansion, the household was struck by shock.

She was covered in wounds, large and small, some so deep her bones were visible, still oozing dark red blood, but there was not a trace of pain on her face.

"..."