“Ah—!”

Every time she screamed, the nine, ringing chains that moved in rhythm would tug on her wounds, tearing, dragging, and tormenting her meridians. Significantly, the chain on her head glowed with red light, as if... the metal was burning red.

She was suffering a fate worse than death!

“Frostine Usoro, you’re pretty good. Your bloodline is very pure. Believe me. You, will open up a brand new future after this ordeal. You’ll be qualified to be my servant.”

It was none other than Seth Zamo