Inside the carriage was a woman lying there as if she was asleep. Her skin was so fair, that it looked bluish. It was clear that it was a corpse. Lying with red meat acting as a bed, her head was crowned with mistletoe branches.

Anya flinched upon noticing her protruding and long ears that stuck out amidst the mistletoe crown.

‘An elf?’

At that moment, the sound of the horseman’s body slumping to the ground echoed. At the same time, the cloth covering the meat fell off, causing the rays of sunlight to touch the body of the elf woman.

At that moment, the elf woman who she had thought to be dead suddenly twitched her fingers.

Umbra immediately covered the elf woman’s body. Anya didn’t even realize how and why she was moving, but she instantly moved to block the sunlight from reaching the elf woman’s body. Anya’s entire body was covered in cold sweat as soon as she saw the elf woman’s body move.

While Anya was already used to seeing the dead standing up and walking around, she felt an unfamiliar fear when she saw this elf woman—it was the same type of fear she felt when witnessing the descent of Nigrato back in Hiveden.

‘Please… please.’

Anya murmured to herself on the inside. However, she soon met the golden eyes that opened inside the Umbra. The eyes were hollow and without any emotions, yet filled with an intemperate desire for slaughter.

‘It’s too late.’

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