The Return of the Ir Chapter 164: Sin and Punishment (4)

Chapter 164: Sin and Punishnt (4)

A dark red sky. A flock of crows circling. A neck hanging high on a pole.

Dolores's mouth was half open at the horrific scene before her.

'Where the hell am I?'

No other battlefield in the world, no other conflict zone, to her knowledge, is this harsh and barren.

What's more, the head hanging above her is....

'Who is it?'

Dolores squinted, trying to focus.

Perhaps that neck belongs to soone very closely associated with the Night Hound.

So Dolores decided to take a closer look at the decapitated man's face.

It might help him guess the identity of the Night Hound.

But.

Cackle.

A crow swoops down and begins pecking at the severed head.

Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck.

More crows swoop down, pecking at his throat.

Dolores swallows hard at the sight of the neck through the black feathers.

It was impossible to tell from the shape of his neck what his face had once been.

It was already so badly decomposed and pecked at by so many crows that it was all but a skeleton.

'Is this the shaful mory of the Night Hound?'

Dolores turned her head slightly to look at the Night Hound beside her.

"...."

He stood still, unmoving.

There was no way to tell if he was wearing a mask of sha or not.

Only.

"Reminds

of old tis."

The short word was still dry, and the only emotion it contained was a pungent, ashy regret.