Chapter 118. The Day for Nightmare

Dora placed his hands on the sink and caught his breath.

The sigh of his bloody hands forced him to close his eyes.

He stayed like that for a few minutes, waiting for his will to move to be filled, then left the bathroom.

He walked down the stairs, following the streaks of blood to the door.

He opened the door and greeted the day with a sigh.

All around him, collapsed houses and burning corpses scattered everywhere.

He walked in a straight line, glancing left and right, and after a few steps he stopped in front of a pile of charred bodies.

He looked silently, expressionlessly, mesmerized by the burnt iron hoop on the wrist of one of the arms protruding from the pile of corpses.

He lowered his head, a smile on his tired face.

"Ah, yes, it was just a dream... I should have known."

Above everyone, the sinister light of the soul stones floated as a witness to this massacre.

And the nightmare isn't over yet.

He raised his h