They really were a talented bunch. Akons was truly a place of outstanding natural beauty.
Come to think of it, was this Lady Sala's dark form?
Fu Qian casually wiped a drop of blood from his face and watched the bride standing before him.
While screaming just now, she hadn't only twisted her features—her entire body had warped into something inhuman.
The lounge chair, abandoned twice before, finally gave way under the savage force that followed and shattered into pieces.
As for the blood on his face, Sala's scream had probably been so violent that the exposed skin of her neck had torn open, starting at her throat.
The wound laid bare the blood, bone, and fascia, and extended all the way to her chin.
The injury hadn't killed her. Instead, chaos and blasphemy of the same nature as her voice filled her entire body, and an inhuman presence rolled off her.
Beneath her now misshapen wedding dress, her belly bulged grotesquely.
And two blood-red eyes, warped to just below her chin, were fixed on him.
It was easy to believe that although she was answering questions about her symptoms right now, the slightest provocation might send her into an uncontrollable frenzy—and he'd be the first one in its path.
"Isn't the truly great being Lord Akons?"
Fu Qian gave a slight nod and deliberately provoked her.
The reason he'd chosen Bride Lady as his next target, after visiting Xilaliya and the God of Insight and Wisdom, was simple—
To achieve the goal of containment, it was clearly important to confirm what "Bitter Fruit" represented.
Back in the dream, Sala had seemed considerably more unstable than the others, both mentally and physically.
If Dorian's account had been based on reality to some extent, then it was certainly worth finding