66 Thirst for Vengeance

Before Sailles could form another thought, her figure was pulled out of the realm again. This time, she did not appear in any village, cliff, mountain, or cave. This time she appeared in a red room with machines and tubes containing many mutilated and dissected dismembered races.

"What in the Nar is this!" She shrieked in terror.

Never in her three lives had she ever witnessed such a sight.

The separated and cut up pieces of fleshes and limbs.

The organs, eyes, ears, noses, and fingers stored in tubes.

And the heads floating on glass cylinders, sickened her to her stomach.

She had lived many years as a vicious serpentine, witnessed many horrendous sights as a cold-blooded beast, but had never seen such a horrific deed before.

If she thought the Nar realm was a burning hell before, now witnessing this room, she realized what damnation was. A creature operating such a place would probably never know the meaning of salvation. This sort of creature was beyond redemption.

"Ahhh!"