Chapter 784: Guilty Sorrows

"...the stadium was transported elsewhere after that man disappeared from our sight. All of a sudden... we were somewhere different. Some kind of safe storage space, I assume. Just us and millions of corpses..."

It brought Alaris no degree of pleasure to narrate his experience. His moustache that was always so firm was crippled and withered now, dabbed with some of the perspiration scrolling down his face.

He looked less like the Bloodless Steel Phantom, and more like a broken, lingering ghost.

His face almost shared the same pale pigment as that which showed from the several corpses laying between him and everyone else in room.

A little girl with blonde pigtails could be seen laid over the tarp on the floor, along with a sharply dressed man whose attire made starkly clear that his occupation was related to servitude.