Blood splattered all over her. The innards, pieces of flesh, and all the man's ripped remains scattered everywhere.
Estelle was in a daze. In her hand was the man's severed head down to the neck, as the explosion only affected his torso. Even his pair of legs survived, lying lifeless on the ground with pieces of his intestines still attached.
"Hehe," She let out a giggle. Crazy. The entire fiasco was crazy.
"How displeasing,"
The stench of blood overwhelmed her nose. It was unpleasant, yet strangely satisfying.
A sense of accomplishment.
When one is given power and freedom, there was a scale that would be created inside their minds, a scale that signified their mental balance.
This scale also applied to normal people, but in case of the strongest beings, it was easier to tip.
As if everything was planned out beforehand, another interference came from the locked door.
