229 A coincidence or not?
Chapter 229
She passed by the Abyssal dome.
Oliver heaved a sigh of relief as he watched the woman approach a broken statue.
She stared at the statue, locking eyes with it as if talking to it.
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Chapter 229
She passed by the Abyssal dome.
Oliver heaved a sigh of relief as he watched the woman approach a broken statue.
The statue depicted a foul-looking demon of fury and dread, its two raging eyes staring at him with a wicked fury. It had a broad mouth with spiky protrusions inside. The craftsmanship was incredibly lifelike, as if the sculptor were a master with centuries of experience.
Scars and cracks covered nearly every inch of it now, disfiguring the already grotesque features. He had no desire to find out what kind of violent history had led to its current state.
Oliver wondered who this demon was. It was most likely dead by now, but he couldn't help feeling intimidated just by its statue—and imagining how it had died.
Whoever or whatever had the power to defeat such a creature must have been terrifying beyond measure. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
He watched as the demon inquisitor reached the statue and stared at it for some time.
She extended her hand, tracing her fingers along the dusty exterior of the broken statue, her touch lingering on one of the more heinous scars on the statue's chest.
Oliver noticed her long nails painted with purple polish as she remained engrossed in the statue.
"Ah, the Witch of Death—the person I admire and the person I want to kill the most..."
The inquisitor spoke lazily, as if lost in thought.
Admire and want to kill? This woman had issues. Serious ones.
Crunch!
Her hand, which had been gently grazing the statue's scars, suddenly crushed part of the statue, creating more cracks in the already crumbling figure.
"...."
She turned and stared directly at where Oliver was standing, making his heart skip a beat. He hadn't felt this nervous in a long time. It was a chilling experience.
His breath caught in his throat as a cold sweat broke out across his brow. All the inquisitors were terrifyingly strong, and the woman before him was no exception.
But why was she staring directly at his hiding place?
'This is bad... really bad...'
The demonic woman wore a subtle frown as she looked ahead.
'Why do I feel like I'm being watched?'
The woman thought to herself. This feeling had started the moment she entered the temple, and it had persisted the entire time. She felt as though someone was observing her, and it made her feel uneasy.
Something was odd, something she never felt before.
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