Taixia City had become a living hell.
In a dark, damp cell, the only sounds were the dripping of water and the scurrying of rats. In the corner, a woman with matted, filthy hair huddled together. Her eyes were nothing more than two dried, blood-stained pits, and her face was covered in hideous scars, as if she had been seared by fire. Though she was only in her twenties, her hair had turned thin, gray, and brittle, like that of an old crone.
A fat rat scurried past her feet. With a sudden movement, she lunged and gripped the squealing creature with uncanny precision. Without hesitation, she bit through its throat, and warm blood trickled down the corners of her mouth. She savored it as if it were a delicacy, tearing at the flesh and swallowing it down.
Chapter 458