Every race's souls were present, with the souls of orcs, dwarves, elves, and humans.
The human souls were the most numerous, but it was unclear whether these human souls had willingly given themselves over to the Demon Princess after making deals with her, or if they had been forcibly stripped from their bodies by her.
Among the souls in the bottle, some had fierce expressions, roaring and struggling. Others were curled up into a ball, quietly floating up and down within the bottle.
Some souls, however, greedily eyed her, as if they couldn't wait for the Demon Princess to extract their souls and add them to the bottle as well.
Malice.
She could feel the thick malice in the eyes of some of the souls in the bottle.
"Young Dragon, it's your turn to play."
"I I I... I seem to have drawn a winning hand..."
The Young Dragon spread out her hand of tiles, and Demon Princess Christine, Demon Judge Su Man, and Little Demon Arnold all turned to look at the Young Dragon's hand.
