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Qin Chu's compassionate voice made Silf tremble, her cheeks pale as paper without a trace of blood.

Her pupils looked like they had experienced an earthquake, revealing an unresolved fear.

To become an existence like Karsas?

Images of Karsas's transformation, his monstrous form covered in crimson scales and bonelike protrusions, uncontrollably surfaced in Silf's mind.

Completely irrational, he was like a crazed wild dog, capable only of growling and roaring.

He'd stopped recognizing his companions and felt no emotions; slaughter became the only thing in his life.

The very thought of that image made Silf's scalp tingle with fear; she absolutely didn't want to become such an abomination—it was worse than being killed.

Her heart was filled with hatred.

She kept asking herself, why had she been targeted?

There were so many people at the scene at that time, so why was it only her that was affected…

Suddenly, Silf's eyes narrowed.