THIRD PERSON POV
The woman didn't spare the man's life and directly slit his throat. Before the man died, he hoarsely asked with difficulties.
“Who are you?”
The woman stopped wiping her claws and glanced at the head that was separated from its body and its eyes were wide open. Its face was pale and lifeless.
The woman snickered but she still answered the dead man's question. “Sahara, my name is Sahara. You should avoid meeting me if you ever see me in hell.”
After she said that, she turned around and glanced at the bloody mess that she made. If someone would take a glance at the mess that Sahara made, for sure that they would scream in fright and would be traumatized for their whole life. They would start looking at Sahara with eyes of horror as if they were looking at some kind of r
