Chương 900: In Good Faith

Thrill did not need to take a look at the Crystalline Prison to realise that within it, was the frozen figure of Musing with his wand pointed outward, his mouths ajar.

He did not even have the time nor the gall to dwell on how easily centuries of hard work were erased in a matter of seconds, but a power he and his people had never accounted for – not that it was their fault.

The presence of the anomaly among the Curses wafted ruthlessly from beside him, and all sense of defiance and confidence drifted away with its continuous pulse.

HE was finally free after all this time.

"Great Father Hope..." Thrill squealed in a subdued voice as his knees gave out, and not because he was succumbing to the song of the Collective again.

The thunderous presence of the Curse with six arms, six wands and three mouths turned more tumultuous.

"Oh..." the Mad Bishop keenly voiced as she looked at the creature.

It wasn't only she who gazed at the Curse.