Crow Alley.
"Go on, tell me what kind of woman I am."
Standing barefoot in a pool of blood, the Chaotic Saintess's smile bloomed like flowers, starkly discordant with the chilling scene around her, to the point of being eerie.
"Whose girlfriend am I? And whose wife?"
An Su cocked her head to the side, her mouth curled in a smile, but there was not a hint of mirth in those crimson eyes—only an icy coldness deep within the red pupils.
The pitter-patter of rain trickled down the broken eaves, the decrepit wutong trees cast dim, flickering shadows, creating an atmosphere that was gloomy and stern.
Next to the Alchemical Carriage, the pallid and lifeless body of the coachman slumped on the ground; rainwater mixed with blood, indistinguishable from each other, death's shadow murky within the turbid pool of blood.
The operators of the Chaotic Elevator and Chaos Escalator felt a numbing chill down their spines, breaking into cold sweats.
