Terror like a ghost.
Except for the female slave trampled on the ground, the rest of the female guards dared not stay here, nor did they dare to look at Celestia Fawkes, and scattered away in a panic, crawling to escape.
In the chaos, a fiery figure descended from the sky.
Soren Phoenix landed, his feather robe fluttering, and upon seeing the state of his sister, a hint of horror flashed in his peach blossom eyes: "Little sister, you..."
"Brother!"
Celestia Fawkes, with tears streaming, wanted to rush over but was stopped by Soren when she was three steps away.
Her skin was rotting, maggots falling, pus flowing, the air filled with a nauseating stench, extremely repulsive.
Soren's fiery red feather robe flapped in the night wind, he covered his mouth and nose, retreating: "How did it turn out like this?"
Seeing his sister, swollen, pus-filled, nearly like a huge sow, almost unrecognizable, his heart filled with shock and disdain.
