The damp air carried a scent of blood, a "tool" obtained by a prisoner biting through their own wrist.
!!!
Teresa shuddered, realizing what was about to happen...
Someone was attempting to escape under the cover of darkness!
Suddenly, a battle broke out.
"Ah!!!"
As the first slave used a broken rib to stab through a guard's ankle, Teresa was being pulled close to the rock wall by Quinna.
Beads of hot blood splattered onto her monocle, and through the blood-soaked silk, she saw a prisoner explode into countless fragments.
Boom!
At the moment of the explosion, flames burst forth!
Whoosh——
The light startled the swarm of bats overhead!
Thousands of giant bats descended from above, rushing towards the light.
"Here they come."
In the midst of panic, Quinna suddenly grabbed Teresa's wrist. Her dry, cracked lips moved, but her voice was as taut as a bowstring.
What was she going to do?
