Chapter 169: Soul Feast
Ansu observed Samantha, who had been caught in the blast of the magic traps.
She was nearly covered in blood, with a wound on her left shoulder so deep that bone was visible. At the moment, she was leaning miserably against a large rock, using healing magic to slowly tend to her injuries.
The old hag was surprisingly resilient; even this hadn't killed her.
When she saw Celia finally appear before her, the expression on Samantha's face became even more contorted.
"Traitor! You damned traitor! To think I spent ten years meticulously grooming you, and you actually dare to betray me? To betray the teacher who treated you best?"
Her bloodshot, crimson eyes shifted toward Ansu with pure malice.
"And you even hooked up with the cult's greatest enemy! Do you even know who he is? Celia, do you have any idea what you're doing?"
Ansu felt Celia beside him take a deep breath, seemingly trying to suppress some intense emotion.
After a moment, she spoke in a cold, detached voice.