(Secret Headquarters Of The Crimson Demon Sect)
(Hidden Mountain Range)
Xu Lu held the mirror in her palm and her fingers trembled ever so slightly. She did not even dare to hope… she… she couldn't…
Her breathing slowed down as she lifted up the corners of her silvery grey mask and pulled it off her face with shaky movements.
She saw her reflection staring back at her.
With her fingers still shivering, Xu Lu touched the scarred terrain that was once perfectly smooth.
The mere touch of the scar tissue was enough to bring back a wave of uncomfortable emotions that she was all too familiar with.
Self-hatred and anger.
Xu Lu blinked rapidly as unshed tears welled up her eyes. Her reflection displayed a visage that had become a portrait of cruelty and suffering.
A permanent reminder of what she had endured after experiencing painful torture.
