Chapter 93: Sacrifice (1)
[Before Hunter began his battle with Lothar.]
Aimee had sunk into the vast pool of liquefied souls, unconcerned about the casualties.
Though she had managed to get some of the souls for her own use before this risky move, she had purified their lifespan with her determination.
To say nothing of her skills and origins of her powers, Aimee also dealt with a small number of souls and their pain, so it was easy to gather their lifespan for herself.
The same couldn't be said about her being nested in the middle of the lake of wailing souls, where every negative emotion gnawed at her soul, which was weaved with her flesh, making her feel like thousands of piranhas were chomping her.
Outside, Gilmore was shivering from indignation and genuine anger filling his veins; his eyes widened.
"Sacrifice… what a fucking pointless sacrifice! You just tainted the lake!"
