Chapter 37: The First Ash(4)
"Hell has a special place for people like you." I mumbled, looking at the corpse of the bandit whom I had just killed.
My infiltration worked perfectly.
Every bandit—Other than their Leader—was dead.
'It is time to go to her before anything traumatic happens'
I tapped on my storage ring and inserted my hand inside the black warp that appeared over it. Taking out a medium-sized stick, I kneeled down and tore a piece of clothing from the Bandit's body.
Wrapping it around the stick, I flicked my fingers over it, creating a tiny purple spark that burned the wrapped cloth. Slowly, the burning intensity increased, lighting my surroundings.
The body of the man I just killed lay flat on the ground, his face etched with an expression of horror.
I turned around, guiding the torchlight over the other bodies of the bandits. Making sure none of them are breathing. And if they are, then I will stop it.
Clink.
The sound of chains reached my ear. I turned towards that direction, the light of the torch illuminating a pale and tattered figure.
It was a woman.