⊹ 《16TH JUNE》
An emotionless Kiaravell was a dangerous one.
She'd hunted early and finished just hours before daybreak, utterly sated from all the prey she'd devoured. Some of them, she killed merely for sport. There was no satisfaction in it. Kiaravell simply killed any Archfiend that crossed paths with her that night.
She thought of the Muroni. Of Rhode, their damned leader. She knew the effects of the medicine-- or potion, technically-- wore off when she thought about them again and felt an immeasurable amount of hatred. She would dispatch the Muroni clan, singlehandedly.
And this time, she was going to finish the job.
