The Turning Point [3]{Edited}

It took Leo a few seconds to recover from the shock.

Turning around, he met an even worse sight.

There, standing with clenched fists that seemed to drip blood, was a person he knew all too well.

The most unsettling thing was her blood-soaked body and face.

Her entire dress reeked of it.

But this was strange considering the fact that a person disintegrates the moment the die.

Well, unless… they were tortured to death.

She sported a twisted, unsettling smile that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Anna, why do you look so..." Leo's voice trailed off.

"Hideous?" she asked, advancing a few steps. "You no longer find me appealing, do you?" The corner of her lips twitched uncontrollably.

"No, I'd never say that," Leo challenged, feeling the tension thicken in the air.

"Of course not," she insinuated, her body emitting a violent surge of mana.

'What's wrong with her?' Leo thought, sensing her odd behavior.