章 816: Peace

Yarin's POV:

Linda died. As her body lost vitality, her soul slowly departed from the earthly shackles, drifting upward like a balloon released from its tether.

She stared blankly into nothingness, her expression vacant, as if all the sharp emotions from her life had remained in her mortal body. What remained was like over-chewed gum, utterly useless trash.

Azazel didn't spare a glance at the pitiful soul. A few seconds later, Linda's last attachment to this world dissipated like dust in the wind.

I didn't understand magic, nor did I have much knowledge about souls, but when Linda vanished, I felt it was an eternal ending. Linda's soul couldn't go anywhere; it had disintegrated, and there would never be a reincarnation.

From dust to dust, from earth to earth.

Azazel continued to smile as if nothing had happened.

"Didn't they say demons have lava running through their veins? You are truly heartless," I said.