On Astral Tides: From Humble Freelancer To Astral Emperor Side Twenty-Five – The Widow Of Nails – End Of Arc 4

Side Twenty-Five – The Widow Of Nails – End Of Arc 4

“No… please stop… have… aaagh… rcy, forgive eeeeeeeeeeee!” the pitiful cries coming from the next room, punctuated by pained, damp gasps and the sounds of heavy blows striking soft flesh, were quite off-putting, yet the woman sitting placidly in the comfortable chair paid it little mind, rely playing with a four-inch-long rusted nail in her long and pallid hands, flipping it between her pale fingers idly. She was wearing a kimono, a faded grey that might once have been white, and the ragged hems and sleeves were covered in so sort of dark dirt, as were her fingernails, looking as if she had been digging through soil with her bare hands.

An outside observer would wonder what a woman wearing such poor clothes was doing sitting in quite the opulent room, but on closer inspection one would see other things sohow… off… about her. She had floor-length long black hair, but it too slt of grave-soil. Her skin was white, but not healthy, instead waxy and untouched by the sun.