Villain Ch 1426. Pile of Dead Weight
"I wonder if we gave her trauma?" Jane mused as they strolled through the ruined halls of Death Pit's third floor, stepping over the scorched remnants of the Arcane Wardens.
The dungeon was eerily quiet now, filled only with the distant, echoing wails of ghost-type monsters lurking in the shadows. The stench of burnt flesh and residual magic still lingered in the air.
The others stopped walking and turned to stare at Jane like she'd just asked if water was wet.
Shea folded her arms. "You were one of the ones torturing her, yet you're just thinking about that now?"
Vivian flicked her whip, letting it snap against the floor for emphasis. "Too late for that. If she didn't have trauma before, she sure as hell has it now."
Jane shrugged. "Just wondering."
Bella rolled her eyes. "Nah. No trauma. I saw rage though. Like bad rage."
Alice raised an eyebrow. "At Allen?"
Larissa smirked. "Nah. I think it was about something else."
