The Heavenly Demon of Terror

I walked through the lavish banquet hall, following Morris as we made our way toward the center of attention—the psychic fortune teller, Salena. She was seated at a grand table, adorned with candles, incense, and tarot cards, her presence commanding an eerie sort of respect.

People whispered as they greeted her, their eyes filled with a mixture of awe and curiosity.

I observed her carefully. She wasn't a fraud—that much was clear. Her aura was different. Real.

But what intrigued me more was the question: How much could she see?

Could she peer into my past—the truth of my second life? Could she foresee my future?

I wasn't sure, but I was curious to find out.

As I scanned the room, my gaze landed on Abigail, who had been watching me as well. The moment our eyes met, she quickly turned away and strode toward Salena's table.

At first, I assumed she wanted the psychic to read Joshua's future, to confirm her investment in him—to see if he would become successful and powerful.

But then she spoke.

"Madam Salena, I want you to read the future of my husband, Mr. Samuel Gebb."

A wave of silence washed over the room.