Obey him, protect him, follow his will!
Obey him, protect him, follow his will...
Holy Daughter Aninas's gaze grew increasingly hollow and blank.
Her eyes were like those of a purely human eyeball... the dead kind.
Devoid of any light.
Creepy voices incessantly echoed beside Inas's ears and even deep within her mind, as if a special kind of imprint, deepening the marks on her.
The aura around her seemed to vanish completely at that moment.
She became like a delicate doll.
About a minute later, for Holy Son Oniens, the long journey finally came to an end.
Then he twisted the neck of the fawning nun beneath him, began arranging his clothes, his face wearing a weird smile.
What a shameless woman, she dared to say she was better than other men!
