The haunted castle!

The scenery was not barbaric or anything, as all the things happened in a matter of seconds.

Blood splashed in a perfect way.

As of that moment, there was no Brock, not even his clothes, nor his weapon. Nothing remained except a pool of red liquid that dripped off the woman's hands.

Everyone present was shocked to silence, including King Sterlin, who had witnessed everything from beginning to end without saying a single word.

There was horror-stricken on his face as he watched the lady whip her hand in a smooth motion, expelling all the blood on her hand to the ground.

She slowly stepped forward, the only sound ringing through the entire hall was the rhythmic tapping of her steps.

Aria watched the scene in horror and craned her toward the King. His horror-struck expression was a delight to watch.

Her lips curved upward, a simple and pathetic smile. "See that, that was I talking about," she laughed throatily.