Standing with claws full of blood was a stunningly beautiful woman. Her eyes were crimson, her pupils slitted. She had dark greenish purple hair that fluttered in the miasmic winds. Viola stared at the woman, at those cruel eyes as the last bit of her health emptied out.
She then gasped, coughing up blood as her blood essence rose and shot up right next to the woman where a familiar figure teleported to the spot.
Blood God. The villain had a great big smile on his face as he too watched her die, greedily drinking in all the blood essence.
Viola's heart sank. She had truly lost this time. She, the princess of the south, was utterly and completely defeated by one random man who had popped out of nowhere. She closed her eyes, her body finally becoming limp and lifeless.
