The little girl was trembling with fear, but after hearing her sister's words, she nodded, then sobbed, "Sister, it's all my fault...."
The young girl shook her head. "We aren't to blame, the fault lies with these people!"
As she spoke, her expression gradually became holy, and her eyes blazed with a brilliant light.
At the same time, beneath her long hair, two pointed ears slowly became visible.
"Stop her, that little wench is preparing to self-destruct in sacrifice!" the scarlet-robed Executor commanded coldly.
Two purple-robed Deacons sneered, "Don't worry, Executor. Now that they've fallen into our hands, even if they wanted to die, they can't!"
As they spoke, a holy radiance emerged on their faces.
"The Deity said, 'Let there be light!'"
After a low chant, a dazzling light, like shackles, firmly trapped the young girl.
Wherever the light touched, black smoke rose from the girl's body, and she let out a piercing scream.
