The inside of the wooden hut was brightly illuminated by candlelight. Against the innermost wooden wall, a woman in a white dress was kneeling beneath it. Although the dress was somewhat old, the golden patterns embroidered around the cuffs and collar showed that it had been made with exceptional care. At least a dozen people would have needed to hand-stitch it for six months to a year or more to create something of this quality.
The person wearing it was a blond woman who looked to be around twenty years old. She was kneeling on the floor, her hands clasped before her chest as she prayed with her head bowed.
At first glance, five iron shackles bound the woman's wrists, ankles, and neck. But when the angle of view shifted slightly, it became clear that her back was covered in black chains.
The chains were about as thick as a little finger, and all of them sank into the flesh of the woman's back. Dozens of slightly curved chains, each as thick as a little finger, connected her to the wooden wall behind her. The sight was utterly brutal.
The High Priest Nuaisha had killed dozens of Death Game participants, yet he had only been imprisoned by one iron shackle and a single chain.
As for this woman, aside from the five main chains around her wrists, ankles, and neck, at least sixty thin black chains as thick as little fingers had pierced into her back. How many people had she killed to be imprisoned in the Death House to this extent?
The Apostle Eye floated beside Su Xiao and successfully detected a pile of question marks, along with one name: Saintess Tracy.
The Saintess was praying at that moment, murmuring something under her breath. She seemed not to have