Chapter 393: Back in Klapsus

Chapter 393: Back in Klapsus

“The fucking furry screeching whore! I’ll rip her fucking vocal cords out!!” Ember cursed with furious vengeance in mind while still carried in Liam’s arms through the panicked streets of Klapsus. “No! She’d die too fast from that! I’ll fry her slowly. Over a low fire, with a fresh coat of oil to get a nice, golden skin. Ah, but the fire would burn her hair. Will need to shave her bald first!”

Neither Beatrice nor any of her small group of companions paid much attention to Ember’s vengeful mumblings. Ember still had not recovered from taking Felicia’s potent screech at near point blank range. The fact that she did not instantly pass out was impressive, though it might have been a curse as it left the redhead squirming and screaming in mind-tearing agonizing pain that she could do nothing about. Only by the time they emerged out of the tunnels into the city, did Ember’s condition improve. She still could not hear a single word or thing, so Beatrice just let her be. She had more important things on her mind.

The company of seven barely clothed individuals (three girls and four burly men) blended perfectly in the chaotic crowds of drunken, drugged, or half-asleep men, women, and beastkin, all in different stages of undress. The city was in an uproar, to say the least.

“DEMONS!! Demons in the city!” people screamed, spreading panic further through the city that emerged from darkness in the early morning light.

“Hundreds of them underground!”

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“Quiet!” Beatrice demanded while she tried to remember where indeed.

Four eunuchs, that was all that was left of Beatrice’s short-lived cult. Yet another failure that she wrestled with while she tried and failed to remember the exact path to a secluded hideout. ‘The Wholesome Inn’ that was ran by those two cat girls was absolutely out of the question. Even if the hardcore innkeeper let her and her eunuchs inside, it would be a matter of time before they were found.

But after taking another turn and ending up at the same cracked door that Beatrice saw two minutes ago, she relented that it was hopeless for her to find someone who did not want to be found after just a journey through a maze of alleys, which Beatrice did not even attempt to memorize at the time.

Beatrice stopped, turned sharpy and walked fast straight to Ember. Usually so calm and seemingly a step above others, Beatrice never saw her freckled bodyguard in such a vulnerable condition. With barely any motor function and dried blood stains running from her ears, raging fury was all Ember had left.

Beatrice did not shout. Even if by some miracle Ember’s hearing had already returned enough to barely hear anything, Beatrice did not want to announce to the world who they were and where they were going. Instead, Beatrice pulled off her tiny eye mask and shoved it right in Ember’s face.

A faint smirk emerged on Ember’s face—the closest she’d been to her old self. Ember pointed to the darkest, dirtiest, smelliest turn they could take.