275. Death of Petra

The flickering candlelight twisted the shadows, and the crushed emerald-green moss draped icily over the face.

Incomprehensible, arcane spells echoed in the ears.

Like shadows, black spots appeared on the conscious Petra's body, smearing her moss-covered clothes and skin as if they were decaying, leaving only a rough surface after being enveloped in darkness.

The last part of her chest was covered in darkness.

Sara uttered the last few syllables of her spell.

Petra's chest no longer rose and fell.

[Everything is desolate.]

[The light in the basement abruptly twisted, the candlelight shattered, and then instantly recovered, as if what had preceded was merely an illusion.]

[Only Petra, whose head turned, proved that the scene was not an illusion of the cellar crowd.]

"Don't forget your promise."