Elena’s POV
“Elena, you b***h! Is this what you wanted to see, huh?” Glenda shouted in remorse as she glared at me while Bryson continued to scream at every strike on his skin, blood soaking his shirt and dripping to the ground.
It’s only been a few strikes, but a small pool of blood has already formed on his feet.
A smirk finally freely left my lips, not even bothered to what others may think. They may call me ruthless, but my empathy for those two had been long emptied out by their betrayal.
I shook my head before my smirk vanished and coldly stared at her. “You made a grave sin and someone’s paying for it. As a warrior, you should know that every action has its consequences.”
“You are really–”
Her next words were interrupted by the nerve-wracking shout that came out of Bryson’s li
