CHAPTER DLXXXII

(THE DANCE IN HELL)

“SHALL WE?”

Farah whispers in a sinister tone like she is asking for a dance. And if she really is asking for it, it is not a simple casual dance, but a death dance on top of the flaming ground in the ideal world of hell that one can imagine for it.

“Tsk!”

She smirks and then click her tongue three times which a bit angered Haru. Thinking that she is playing and toying with him for the moment.

“It’s almost time.”

Farah then whispers and enough for Haru to hear those words in a mix of a warning and dreaded tone that he doesn’t like for a bit of hearing.

“What do you mean?”

He asks immediately and demanding. Tightening his grip and warning Farah with his gesture that Farah doesn’t mind even for a bit.

“You will see.”

Farah answers his question, but still in a way that Haru didn’t understand. As the wind blew a warning blow that Farah got the message off. She draws a sinister smile as the name echoes.

“KYLE!”