Chapter 351: Who’s Crazier? (4)
In the basement of the Lord of the East Deyal’s palace...
Sizzle!
The hiss of red-hot iron searing flesh echoed through the stillness.
Crack. Craaack.
The sound of big logs being split apart followed.
Rrrrip!
Something was being torn to shreds.
A man stood before the door marked as the confessional chamber, one arm resting on the window frame as he took a long drag from his cigarette.
“Ha...”
It seemed like he had a lot going on. He looked extremely exhausted, yet his eyes burned with ambition. The hand holding the cigarette hung loosely, but his posture showed no vulnerability.
Creak.
From the chamber that had produced those dreadful sounds emerged a figure wearing a crow mask. Fresh blood-stained parts of his clothing.