บท 1081: Meeting the Executioner of the Pantheon

Amidst the shadows, Griffy's voice took on a haunting cadence, weaving a bone-chilling tale that resonated with the darkness of her very being. "There was an incident," she began, her tone dripping with a cruel reminiscence that sent shivers down the spine. "A young man, curious and enamored by the whispers of the temple of the God of Darkness. The villagers, fearing he might embrace the worship of that forbidden god, turned to me."

A chuckle, laden with wicked satisfaction, escaped her lips. "They believed I held the power to save him from that fate. So, they brought him to my dwelling, pleading for his life."

Her words held an eerie calmness as she continued her tale. "I granted his request, you see. I kept him alive, savoring his flesh bit by bit. His screams, oh, they became my symphony, each note more satisfying than the last."