262. The Death of Lola

The plate contained a black object that bore no resemblance to any kind of food.

Lola's hesitation caused the plot to stall, and The Shadow of Puppetry , intent on correcting the story, descended, with black fog rolling and spreading across the ceiling, bringing down circling, entwined, twisted black claws.

The counter started ticking urgently, and a low murmuring resonated in the ears.

Trembling, pale hands reached for the pastry, picked it up, and slowly brought it to the mouth—as slowly as the descending withered claw.

Despair was written all over Lola's face, her lips trembling as she cast pleading glances at the others.

The Baron feigned calmness, but panic and unrest lurked deep in his narrow eyes. Vinson looked on with pity, while Petra furrowed her brows, searching for a way to save her.

His gaze finally rested on the tranquil Lu Li, seemingly unaffected by any event, this person with devil-like hair and pupils seemingly incapable of revealing any emotion.