Chapter 564: 566 Abellona Of Destruction

There was something warm flowing. A faint metallic and fishy scent clung to the air.

She tried to breathe, but the overwhelming familiar stench filled her nose, dragging her deep into a dark memory of a chaotic battlefield, where she had swung her spear as fast and as chaotically as possible. The suffocating smell filled the air, the earth beneath her boots sticky and soft with it.

Her eyes snapped open from her unconscious state. Her face was half covered in a flowing pool of red.