367 Anna and The Death God (3)

Anna just waved her hand without minding it, couldn't be bothered to wrap her wound.

More than the wound on her hand, she's more concerned with the fact that she was ridiculed by her love rival in front of everybody, then fell so humiliatingly.

"Aarrargggg! It's all this ritual's fault, god damn it!"

Anna shouted irritated.

Hoh!

Flame rose up behind her back to form a pair of wings.

Anna jumped up, staggering to fly straight before finally figuring out the right direction.

She flew up to the platform at the top of the tower.

It's the territory of the God, a sacred place that shouldn't be desecrated by mortals.

She's already drank too much.

…

Anna stood on top of the tower platform and looked around.

"There's nothing but a damn rock here huh"

Anna muttered without noticing just what she was doing.

Aside from a black rock placed here to represent the Sleeping Coffer, there was nothing else.