The shadows within the Spirit Realm faded away, and the pervasive noise and overwhelming malice filling the space also swiftly dissipated.
Agatha raised her left hand, silently "gazing" at the gaunt heretic who had collapsed at the edge of the triangular area, curling in pain on the ground. The black chains that had extended from his body were already shattered, the fragmented chains billowed with dust, weathering into a sandy appearance, piece by piece.
After the death of the Profound Demon with which the heretic had shared a symbiosis, his life was also rapidly approaching its end—but at least for the moment, he could still answer some questions.
Although Agatha didn't have much hope that this stubborn heretic would cooperate, she still slowly walked over to him and stopped at the edge of the triangle, looking down at the dying heretic.
