Chapitre 426: Chapter 428: Arson of the Gods

Flashes of light streamed through the thicket of thorns, and the thoughts of the ancient gods spread out in the darkness. The broken body squeezed through the narrow gaps between the thorns, and the teetering will crossed over the abyss of madness and folly.

How long had she been wandering in this space filled with chaos? How much of the ancient gods' contamination had she come into contact with? Was she now a complete individual, or just a fragment drifting in the chaos, on the verge of being assimilated and absorbed by it?

Agatha could no longer distinguish clearly; she couldn't distinguish anything, not even the boundary between her body and the vast expanse of chaos around her—in her vision, her body seemed like a blot of ink gradually dissipating in water, with the edges of her body presenting a blurred, liquid-like texture. She felt as if she were not walking through this darkness, but flowing forward within a thick fluid with similar properties to her body.