"Hmm... that's enough for today," Grace said as she dusted her hands, looking rather satisfied with herself after what could only be described as an impressive display of violence.
Her gaze settled on Lackey, who was lying there covered in blood, wounds, and twisted limbs.
His ass was still in the air, his limbs twitching weakly from left to right, while the only sound he could manage was a miserable,
"Arrhh..."
A low groan echoed through the room.
Grace looked at him with a deadpan expression.
"Stop acting so dramatic. You're still alive, aren't you?"
Lackey remained where he was, refusing to move as another groan escaped his throat. Grace's lips twitched slightly before she spoke in a colder tone.
"Heal yourself. Otherwise..."
