The girl's gasps were filled with terror.
She hadn't been this shaken in a long time.
Countless souls were roaring at her, venting their resentment and unwillingness, the screams of their painful imprisonment for untold years piercing the sky.
These resentful spirits had long lost their memories and forgotten their names, but the only thing that never dissipated in their hearts was the boundless, intense hatred.
They hated Veronica, hated all the past Gavin Princes, hated the whole world, hated Kerry, and hated everything beautiful and ordinary.
Kerry still couldn't stand firm, her spirit becoming extremely fragile under the continuous impact of the wailing.
"It's impossible, impossible." Sweat dripped from her forehead and ran down her cheeks, dissolving into the dirt and rubble.
How could there possibly be so many restless souls? How many people died in this ancient castle?
