Chapter 297: Narbareck
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A hand slowly pressed onto the somewhat damp, pitch-black earth.
"Oh my, the soil three meters underground has been turned up. Barthomeloi has developed an interesting technique," a teasing young girl's voice slowly sounded.
Cool moonlight shone upon the ravaged forest.
The once lush forest now offered no visual obstruction as far as the eye could see.
All the trees had long since been torn to shreds in the evening's battle and blown far away, leaving behind only slightly damp, pitch-black earth.
And in the center of the black earth, surrounded by a group of people, a young girl crouched on the ground, lifting a black-gloved hand, turning over the damp soil in her palm with her thumb.
Waist-length hair, faintly glowing purple under the bright moonlight, a fringe of bangs covering her right eye. Her pale face, tinged with a faint red, held a light smile.
However, though her face wore a cheerful smile, the girl's crimson pupils held an indescribable brutality.
She wore a loose, brown leather dress, yet her graceful figure made it appear exceptionally close-fitting.