Chapter 194 — Footprints
The Sword Questions the Heavens · Page 7 of 7
The beautiful woman stood staring blankly at that footprint, her face a little pale, and yet—unexpectedly—a faint flush showed through, seeping up dimly from deep within her skin. There in the desolate, cold, ancient forest she stood in her quiet sorrow, as though she had fallen into some strange dream, and could no longer hear the words of the one beside her.