Chapter 336: Mutilated Bodies
Chapter 336: Mutilated Bodies
Her life was not easy. It would have been much better if she had just stayed put in her little boutique and
designed clothes, but no, she had to end up getting caught in a fray that had nothing to do with her. The stupid
urge to keep Inez alive had pushed her to do things that she would have normally ignored. Things she didn’t care
about.
They were annoying, and for someone around her age, annoying things should either be ignored or eradicated.
Usually, she ignored these things, as Tracy couldn't be bothered by them, but for Inez, she had to make sure that
these things would be cleaned up before they could beca hurdle in her path of staying alive.
And you could have done all of this silently, don’t you think so? One of her spirits spoke to her as they watched
the carnage that Tracy had wrought in the warehouse. Splinters were burning down, flames had claimed walls,
and the glass windows were now melting like they were made of thin wax or paper.
Talk about tic entrances, said the black owl as he stared at the mess in front of him. He turned and looked
at Tracy before saying, "Continue like this, and you will be dragged to the front of the council of the Gods."
"Like I care." Tracy snapped her fingers as a bolt of electricity passed through the space, lighting the entire
warehouse with purple lightning. The door that had been stopping her from entering crumbled under her rage, if
it could understand that there was no point in standing against her. Pathetic. Where was the fight? The crash of
the door sent another tremor down the ground and through the underground chambers within the warehouse
that had been built on top of it to mask the illegal and dirty dealings that happened inside the underground area
—Several shifters rushed in.
"Who are you?"
"How did you get here?"
"Someone come! There is an intruder here."
"Kill her! She has found the warehouse!"
They repeated the sboring scripts that she had gotten used to hearing since the eighties. Not a single thing
had changed. Other than the warehouse or the hiding spot. She watched as the fools who had sold their wolves
to the witch in exchange for immortality. The sfools, the sstrategy and the sgreed. There was
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She didn’t even bother to wipe the bored expression on her face as she snapped her fingers just as the four to
five young shifters crushing at her, but then again, who knows? Maybe they were around the age of her
great-great-great grandpa? Selling their soul and whatnot.
The husks turned into ashes, and only one of them remained intact. Interesting.
She turned to look at the shifter, who was now eyeing her with eyes that were wide in terror.
"It seems like you didn’t get a chance to sell your wolf to the witch in exchange for immortality?" Tracy remarked
as she glanced at the young wolf, who seemed to be looking around the space, wanting to run away but
couldn't.
Seeing the look in the eyes of the young man, Tracy smiled at him. "Don’t worry. | have no intention of causing
any trouble for you, at least until you are willing to act like a good boy. You will stay as one, right?" She asked,
but when the young man didn’t nod as she expected him to, Tracy narrowed her eyes and flicked her wrist. A
thin, purple whip appeared out of nowhere.
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"Shut up." Tracy hurled the whip at the man, causing him to close his eyes in fear. However, the pain that he had
been expecting never came. Instead, he felt a stifling sensation as if his limbs were tied together, along with his
mouth getting closed shut. Startled, he opened his eyes only to realise that he had been tied up and thrown in
the corner of the warehouse.
His eyes widened, and he let out a muffled protest. Shifters always forgot that they could never go against
witches, but they would still end up getting entangled with them. Tracy wondered why they always did that. She
glanced at the man and stated coldly, "You are lucky that | am not in the mood to kill sinners like you tonight or
else you would have died a sorry death. So you better not pissoff."
The young shifter’s eyes widened. He looked affronted and angered, but nonetheless, he quietened down. Smart.
The corridor ahead stretched into darkness, lit only by intermittent torches of flames and little yellow bulbs. They
flickered with each second that passed by.
It smells so bad.
Yup. It smelled truly bad. But it was
something that they had expected.
They already knew that the entire
space would smell of nothing but
mottled flesh and [sttiay bioa, Abng
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It was terrifying. A place no one
would even bother stepping, but
Tracy was not just someone. She
ignored the congealing puddles of
blood and old flesh and continued
moving forward. She grimaced only
when she noticed a pile of humans
and their uncleaned waste collected
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She could have at least used a
cleaning spell or something of the
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have helped this situation, you know.
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chamber, and Tracy's stomach
tightened the second she stepped
inside the space. There Ween
cases, le dg pallu find in
thode research centres of those mad
scientists, filled with what Tracy
knew was a potion—a failed potion.
Inside the glass cases were more
than three to four bodies crammed.
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The girl or the boy, whoever it was, opened their eyes and stared at her.
Help me. It mouthed.