Perfikot had never revealed such a terrifying form.
In the past, although she was called the Blood Countess, what she showed the world was just her coldness and cruelty of her methods, not that she herself was so fearsome.
After all, no matter what icy and ruthless things a teenage girl does, she still looks weak and cute on the outside.
However, at this moment, endless anger filled Perfikot's heart.
Already overwhelmed with the fury and pressure from the nonstop overtime and paperwork recently, Perfikot felt the thread called reason in her mind had snapped. She was beyond anger, wanting only to completely erase those who angered her from this world in the cruelest way.
She worked tirelessly, sacrificing sleep and leisure to save more people, striving to maintain social stability and prevent more innocents from dying in the chaos brought by the apocalypse.
