The Wicked yet Gentle Woman Has Caused the Entire Continent to Fall Out of Control

I was chosen as a sacrifice to quell the beast tide, my heart pierced by my beloved fiancé. On my deathbed, I made a blood pact with the abyss, transforming myself into a walking "calamity." From then on, I would watch geniuses fall for me, and imperial power kneel before me. One night, the wind was like a knife, cutting into my skin, bringing a fine shiver. My hands and feet were bound by thick hemp ropes, and I lay curled up in a humiliating position on the cold stone platform, like livestock awaiting slaughter. Around me was a dark mass of people, my people. They held torches, their flickering light illuminating numb faces. No one looked at me, or rather, no one wanted to give me a second glance.