MainNovelChapter 372: Tracy's rage
Finn cto a stop beside her. His face was white as a sheet as he looked at the sight in front of him. "What the
hell? Just what the fuck happened here?" His voice was filled with disgust, horror and something more that Tracy
couldn't quite catch or maybe because she didn’t want to catch it. For it sounded more or less like guilt. The guilt
that she was feeling at that moment. The men behind were furious after seeing the bloodbath. These shifters
might not be their pack members but they were still related to their kin in one way or sother.
The scent of the blood was getting stronger, even stronger than the foul smell of the magic that was still
lingering in the labyrinth.
Tracy didn’t even look at the man. She didn’t answer him; she couldn’t. Her attention was focused on the arrays
that were drawn in the room. They were scattered all over the walls like ants running awry. These shifters were
not killed just out of sheer desperation of being caught or traced by the witch hunters. No, they were killed to
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Veronica crouched next to her. Her expression was full of horror. Her movements were stiff and rather cold. It was
as if the woman was not bothered after seeing the chaos in front of her but the truth? She was. Tracy could feel
the aether around Veronica getting more chaotic by the minute. She studied the bodies through the glasses, her
eyes flickering to every skin that was left intact, something that was rather hard to find.
Because there was nothing left of the bodies. Other than their faces, and that could be taken as the last bit of
mercy that Morga had shown to these people. "They couldn't fight back."
"Like they could ever fight back." Tracy scoffed; her voice was flat, but the emotions in her veins were turning
chaotic by the minute. The rage continued to simmer. At Morga, at the gods, at the fates and whatever
clusterfuck this was—but more than anything, the one person she was furious at? It was she. She should have
cback sooner. No, she should have saved these people when she couldn't or maybe killed them. That way
they would have at least gotten a chance to close their eyes and they wouldn't have becthe last ingredient
for a messed-up experiment.
She shouldn't have let Inez cloud her judgement. Shouldn't have worried about the lycan heir.
She should have known better than to leave these people behind.
Then Veronica turned to look at her and asked, "Can you still sense it?"
"Sense? | don’t know about sensing but oh boy, | do smell something," chimed Ajax before Tracy could reply.
Of course he did. The scent was lingering in the air so thickly that even a man without a sense of smell could
have smelled it. This scent cut through the stench of blood and rotting flesh. A scent that didn’t belong in this
place. Sweet like the delightful future but there was a hint of something sour and uncanny. Together with the
scent of the blood, it smelled horrible.
Tracy felt like gagging and so would anyone. The air around the dsmelled like a cotton candy wrapped
around a bunch of pieces of rotten and raw bacon.
"Someone used them as sacrifices. Trying to squeeze the last bit of worth they could have gotten." something
that Morga had always done.
"Then did they succeed?" Veronica asked nervously.
"No. the ritual failed," replied Tracy. Her eyes gleamed unnaturally as she looked at the many arrays in front of
her. "She tried to turn back time." Why? Tracy had no idea about that.
Her eyes fell on the many vessels along with the arrays and frowned even harder. "She had no idea what she
was doing and yet she took the risk. Foolish and cruel. Really cruel." The words left a bitter note on her tongue.
Morga had always been like this; she was like a child. A child with the most powerful wand in her hands. She was
strong, a really strong witch. At least her magical power was.
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