Chapter 273: Bon Appetit, Bon Mort
Hours later, Xenia peeled the very last piece of skin from the man’s heel of his right foot. She held the piece of skin pinched between her two fingers and lightly tossed it onto a small mound of the man’s other pieces of skin previously composing his hide. The skin flaps ranged from very small to several feet in length such as the long continuous piece removed from his upper back down to his posterior upper legs.
Xenia smirked at the bloodied pile of skin and then moved her gaze to the man laying before her. She ran her hand up his body starting from his toe. She dragged her hand upwards stopping at his chest before lifting her hand and licking the blood off her palm.
The man lay still like a big piece of red meat with two stark white eye balls staring back at Xenia, “I hope you had your fun, lady. Because the fun stops here. You can’t breach the stone’s barrier, and… and… you’re dead once my boss gets here. I only wish I would be alive to see Warlord Ganon skin you alive.”
The man laughed for a moment until he was interrupted by coughing up his own blood. Xenia held her finger to his lips, “Shhhhhh. You’re ignorance knows no bounds. I’ll be back to celebrate with you once I have the stone in hand.”
She then left the man laying with no skin as she slowly walked to the back of the large cavern where a narrow conduit led her further back into a small chamber. As she approached, a glowing white light reflected off the walls until she turned the corner to see a concentric barrier of ki surrounding an inner circular area of 10 feet in diameter. Within this cordoned space, a small centrally located podium held a fist-sized, glowing-white, mana stone.
Xenia walked up to the barrier and removed her glove to run her finger along it. As she did, the tip of her pointer finger sizzled off, “My my. So he wasn’t lying. This is quite the barrier.”
Xenia raised her power level gathering ki around herself. She then punched the barrier forcefully only to have her fist disintegrate as she made contact. Her momentum carried her arm forward disintegrating her flesh and bone halfway up her forearm before she could stop.
She looked down at her right hand and forearm, or lack thereof, with wide eyes as she pleasantly gasped from pain and surprise. She bit her lower lip and moaned as she watched her arm reconstitute and heal itself, “What a pleasant surprise! Maybe there is someone worthy of me on this planet after all. Worthy to give me an heir, or at the very least, worthy to give me a good time on the battlefield or in the bedroom.
Without wasting a second, Xenia activated her Bloodlust state. Her hair turned a crimson red and her eyes followed. The surface vasculature of her body began to glow a deep red, and ki swirled around her body boundlessly shaking the ground below.
