บท 711: Foreign Memory

Joyce's anger subsided to some extent upon hearing what the victim said to her. And she asked herself, "Will I be able to live with myself if I took a soul in a fit of rage?"

And the answer was simple. "No."

His broken limbs were enough punishment from her side. He wouldn't heal anytime soon and would remain in constant pain.

Joyce hastily glanced at that woman and said, "You might want to take your hands off of the thorns and maintain some distance."

The woman instantly took her bleeding hands away and stood a little further away from Joyce.

Joyce turned her head and looked down at that man. She wasn't able to see it, but the Hell's plant had already sucked a part of that man's soul. And it was still pulling the remaining part of the soul so as to devour it whole.