Chapter 457: A Familiar Trace

Nine Nether Abyss, outer perimeter. A figure in plain white with a flash of red at her lips alighted soundlessly on the dark-crimson earth. Her sleeves fluttered in the wind, untouched by dust. Edith Yavener stood at the edge of a broken cliff, her gaze heavy as it fixed on the depths of the abyss. There, dark-violet miasma rolled like something alive. The air reeked of slaughtering will, and even from this far away it still made her heart stutter. Her mind slid back to the night before- Harrison...