073 Demon, you'll never be free again.

　　The thick black mist transformed into long vines that tightly strangled her throat. Celia wanted to scream but couldn't make any sound, and could only still let the black mist strangle her and carry her forward.

　　Silent black flames swept through the entire temple, which burned in silence and turned into rubble. Celia could only watch as the familiar, pale-faced magi arranged themselves as if they were puppets on strings, and one by one they walked expressionlessly into the black flames.

　　Everything was eerily silent and terrifying, as if it were just a mediocre night.

　　Finally, the black mist that was like chains carried Celia to Evelyn's presence, where the bodies of the Pope and Asa were displayed on the ground. And Evelyn, the suspected murderer, was standing in the center of the black flames, holding a blood-stained longsword and casually treating Asa's body like a small mouse.

　　Sensing Celia's breath, Evelyn suddenly gave a distant glance towa