Capítulo 313: The Past Of The Weeping Angel

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Aruliel found herself within her mindscape, fighting against an endless darkness trying to consume her.

Her little body was like a small speck of light within the darkness, which had the shape of an aberrant and amorphous being that was constantly growing larger and larger around her.

Countless of crimson-red eyes of enormous sizes were glaring down at her, as a constant downpour of miasma-like energy was constantly trying to devour her away…

She was being constantly attacked; she couldn't even fight back at all at first. She was slowly dimming in light and strength, her speck of light, the last bit of her own mind and sanity, the last bit of her personality and nature, all of it was slowly fading away, being slowly consumed…

What was there left for her other than despair and suffering? To agonize and die, ultimately being devoured, and consumed, to stop being herself…