This time it was Fayette who reluctantly swallowed the crystal, she followed what Valentine had been talking to her about.
Resisting the urge to vomit, she ingested the disgusting thing until nothing was left, who knows who that soul belonged to, it doesn't matter... it belongs to her now.
"Don't worry, it will taste better once you get used to it!" Vera patted and rubbed her back with a condescending smile as if trying to say 'fight'.
Valentine too rubbed her palm, he's well aware of how disgusting those things are.
"..."
'That doesn't sound reassuring, Vera...' Fayette growled inwardly.
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While the Marques of the Burning Wrath City went through a restless period, he wasn't the only one with concerns in his mind.
The Soultorrent Trench.
Unexpected hallow river amidst the deserts of hell, like an oasis for the wretched souls, one they'd come to regret entering.
