Chapter 297 - The Realm Of Valkyries

Down on his knees, Razor ran his fingers over dried blood spread across what used to be the spirit queen's throne. With her gone, the ever-flowing fountain had stopped all flow of water, ultimately resulting in the death of the once lush land, and now a dry, barren forest.

 

Huffing out a sigh, Razor rose back to his feet. Turning to Michael who was keeping guard from the disgruntled spirits and dying fairies, he pressed his lips shut for a moment before speaking.

 

"The witch was right, that's the emperor's blood I can sense him through it," shifting his gaze to yet another dried layer of blood on the ground, Razor's eyes squinted with scorn. "And amongst the others, there's that slave trader girl's blood who was trapped with me in the torturous illusion by Asmodia."

 

"So there definitely was a confrontation that happened here, but why exactly?" Michael mumbled to himself.