Chapter 100: The Death Knell of the Hunter

Death is not destruction, but a rebirth. After the once gorgeous flesh decays, a funeral bell rings out peacefully. Dark clouds envelop the sky, and rain sprinkles down on people.

The towering stone walls surround a young girl cloaked in a black robe walking through the castle.

The pallor of her skin is as white as ice and snow, and on her greyish long hair, tied a black and white butterfly knot.

That which starkly contrasts with her white skin are her lips.

The bright and striking red is akin to fresh blood, dazzling and blink-inducing.

Against this contrast, her unique heterochromatic eyes, one blue and the other grey, are rather cute, like a soft kitten's.

She steps lightly through the stone walls, walking through this desolate ancient castle, much like a little girl who has discovered relics.

Every turn brings another intriguing find.

For some reason, rain fails to soak her. Touching her robe, the waterdrops fall to the ground like crystalline diamonds.