Chapter 616

The crimson sprite crouched on the floor in agony, as if recalling some terrible memories.

It trembled violently, shoulders twitching as if weeping silently.

Finally, it seemed to break down. Its pitch black body melted into the air little by little, like butter baking in an oven.

When the last trace of darkness vanished, the world around them cracked apart, shattering like broken glass.

The sofa,