Chapter 83: Lucky Relief (End)
On the ground lay an old wooden box, entirely black. It had eight sides, each painted with strange, bizarre patterns, which at first glance made it look like some kind of unusually shaped artifact.
But Berlin knew better.
Having received the blessing of King Paimon, he now possessed a sensitivity far beyond that of ordinary humans. With just a glance, Berlin could tell that the box on the ground was no ordinary object—it contained an ancient evil spirit that fed on souls.
His body was gripped tightly by that powerful force from a foreign realm, relentlessly being pushed toward the box. Cold sweat ran down Berlin’s forehead, and his sense of foreboding grew stronger by the second. In his mind, he prayed continuously to the great King Paimon, hoarsely begging for his master’s mercy. Finally, in a single moment, the suppressed Paimon power within him ignited like gasoline poured on fire, suddenly bursting forth.
Feeling the resistance from the end of the wooden stick, behind the cloth curtain, Rebecca’s forehead gradually broke out in cold sweat.
Berlin’s body became the battlefield of two clashing forces. Under the impact of the overwhelming power, his body, like overheated glass, began to show red scars.
At the same time, the shadow puppets on the curtain and Rebecca herself began to develop similar cracks. The difference was that Berlin had a powerful regenerative ability: as long as he could consume the plaster figurines, no matter how severe the injuries, he had nothing to worry about. But Rebecca was just a mortal; if her injuries became too severe, she would die.
Should she let go now…?
Another scar suddenly appeared on Rebecca’s forehead—long and deep, faintly revealing the bone underneath. A gush of blood surged, tinting her vision a deep red. Her survival instinct made Rebecca subconsciously want to release her grip, but just before giving up, her eyes caught a vision: Everly’s gaze, full of worry and hope, and the wax burned down on the candelabrum of the Madonna.