Chapitre 529: Chapter 118.2 - Abigail

"I know it's hard," I whispered, my voice gentle yet firm, "but you can trust me."

Abigail's shadowy form remained still, her hollow eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mixture of fear and deep, abiding sadness. The darkness around her seemed to pulse in response to my words as if testing the sincerity of my intent. I kept my movements slow and deliberate, allowing her to sense that I was not a threat.

As I closed the distance between us, I could feel the weight of her suffering pressing down on me, a heavy, oppressive force that had anchored her to this place for far too long.

"You've been trying to gather your strength, haven't you?" I said softly, my tone carrying both understanding and a quiet certainty. "All those Moonberries… they're not just ordinary plants. They're mutated, filled with vitality far beyond that of any normal crop. You were absorbing their energy, trying to grow stronger, preparing yourself for the revenge you've been denied."