Chapter 212: Epilogue (2)
The Witch’s burning gaze was forcibly cooled by something, and her vision began to fade.
Her thoughts became sluggish, and she tried calling out. However, her throat seemed to be strangled by something, and all she could choke out was a soft moan of pain.
Her flesh and bones felt as if they were being corroded by strong acid as pain resonated throughout her body.
Tyranny, cruelty, avarice, bloodlust—all kinds of negative emotions grew like fungi within her mind.
But these thoughts have always been with you—something whispered in her mind.
The sticky, black blood merged with the Witch’s body, and she saw darkness.
She found herself in a fragmented dream on the roof of an empty high-rise building.
A giant, black Serpent was coiled on the roof, squirming towards the centre. It raised its huge body and stared her down.
Its maw was huge, with neither teeth nor a tongue. Like a black hole, it began to swallow up the little light illuminating the city, and the Witch felt herself being pulled into its maw.