Chapter 220: Weakness

The towering pillars of black flames surged toward Evangeline. Damon lunged, shoving her aside as the searing inferno annihilated the walls behind them.

Sylvia's face twisted into a grotesque grin, a hollow mockery of her usual gentle expression. She barely seemed to register the flames licking her own body, standing unscathed within the infernal blaze. But Damon knew—it wasn't Sylvia. It was the dark spirit controlling her.

Those blackened, empty eyes locked onto him with cruel amusement.

"Ahhh, so you're the Damon that's always on her mind…" the spirit sneered, its voice an eerie blend of Sylvia's soft tones and something far more sinister.

 "My, my, my… You're quite a cruel lad, aren't you? Hurting the feelings of such a young and sheltered girl—when all she wanted was to understand the world. She was merely… curious about you."