The Last Bout [Pt 5]

Belle Vanitas was filthy.

She was covered in blood and bruises, and she even had slight burn marks on her body.

Her dress was tattered, revealing an ample amount of skin and underwear. However, despite this crass appearance, she still looked incredibly intimidating.

Her long hair floated in the air as a deep, crazed scowl was seated on her pretty face. She had the gaze of a madwoman, and the tears that flowed down her face added a layer of sadness to her rage.

"You…" She muttered, her gaze directed at the trembling Ser'ith. "... Where do you think you're running to?"

As she took a step forward, the ground rumbled.

"You think you can just run away after what you did?" Her eyes glowed dark pink—almost purple—as she deepened the glare on her enemy.