"I can't take it anymore, I can't stand it..."
The dark Imperial Palace was like a primeval jungle at this moment, everyone cautious, for anyone could become the prey.
A woman in red, with an extremely good figure, was now hysterical, her face and arms scratched bloody by her own hands, thick yellow liquid oozing from the wounds, looking very startling.
But what was more alarming was her eyes at the moment, like those of a desperate wild beast, filled with madness.
"Elder... please, you must hold on..."
A few aged Magicians behind her tried to dissuade her, but they kept their distance warily, obviously, even within their own clan, there was no longer any trust for this woman on the brink of collapse.
The woman in red stopped at their words, standing blankly on the spot, seemingly taking their advice, her earlier frenzy gone.
But the calmer she became, the more terrified the clan descendants behind her grew, with several old Elders quietly beginning to retreat.