Wounds May Heal, But The Scars Remain

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Basil gazed at the unfolding scene with his cold deep eyes. He had run for eight hours non-stop to get here. His muscle was strained. However, the unfolding scene he was witnessing completely diminished the pain he felt from his muscle.

Irene was sprawled on the ground with scorched abdomen, while coughing blood from time to time. Her eyebrows were frowned due to the immeasurable pain. A few meters away from Irene, Shirley was sprawled on the table which Nicholas used to support executing his sickening deed.

Basil had seen the sickening debauchery happening in the background the moment he had entered the room. He didn't care about that. What he cared about was the things happening to the two people he cared.

Flash!

His Spatial Bracelet lit up, before Kusanagi appeared in his hand. Nicholas, and the six hooded figures, who had stopped doing their 'activity' ever since Basil's entrance, tensed.

"The air is disgusting."

He swung Kusanagi.

Whoosh!