Chapter 377: Unwilling to Let It End Like This
In the basement, both of them sensed that familiar presence simultaneously.
Cold, malicious, and indescribable... it felt like a greasy black mist seeping through their pores and into the very marrow of their bones.
“It’s the False God,” Ansu said.
His gaze slowly shifted downward, landing on the hand gripping his throat. He let out a self-deprecating sigh.
“It’s about to awaken. Now, you won’t even have to do it yourself; both of us are going to die here.”
Celia’s blood-red eyes stared fixedly at him, but she remained silent.
Ansu knew she was listening. He intentionally let out another sigh, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.
“We can’t defeat the God of Clamor and Filth.”
“You think you hold your fate in your own hands, that you can kill whenever you want, destroy whatever you want... but the truth is, your fate has never been yours to decide. Even your death is being manipulated by a being high above.”