Chapter 77: I Might Be the True Ancestor
[The small town at night feels like stepping into another world]
[An endless nightmare stitched together from human blood, flesh, and bones is continuously unfolding on this Christmas Eve]
[Although Noel did not step outside]
[She peeked through the window to catch a glimpse of the outside]
[Broken tables, broken chairs]
[Scattered rubble and broken bodies that had become disarrayed along with them]
"Guh... ugh...!"
Noel covered her mouth, trembling continuously.
At this moment, her heart felt detached from her mind, being pulled apart as if it would shatter.
Before she could scream, she couldn't help but vomit.
The contents of her stomach surged up, threatening to push her to the brink of death, expelling everything she could.