Chapter 922: Emperor's requies

Winded echoes of a trauma-ridden sigh settled. Heaviness of a sunken heart, the increasingly itching sentiment along her skin, want to scratch and pull blood; pure infused rage and sadness, Valentino breathed her last breath, chilly wind blew, sending chills. '-What have I done…' silent cries rose to a cartoonish sky; muddled colors, no sense of time, all but the faded shadows of her attackers remained still. '-I screamed, no one heard, I pled, no one cared, I fought, lost an arm,' tears rolled; all reached a stand – a pause in an unknown world, tremors rocked her body, fear and flashbacks stormed her mind, one arm rose in a boxer position, the legs wailed – alas, a minute *snap,* fluttered, "-hell has just begun," said a silently ominous voice. Green hue scanned her body, pain from before vanished, the wounds healed; leaving feathers to linger – she looked, catching a faint glimpse of a gleeful being, arch-angel Raphael.