Chapter 162

“AAAHHH…!!!! NO.. NO.. CRISANTEEE..! NOOOO!!!”

The chamber shook with Hervé’s screams, raw and ragged, echoing against stone.

His grief bled like poison, but it no longer touched me.

The Succubus was dead.

The chains were broken.

My soul was mine again.

And in that moment—The power shifted.

I gasped loudly when I felt it first in the bond: Dante’s presence swelling, radiating outward like a sun cr