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Mark's eyes widened, his pupils contracted sharply, as if he couldn't believe his ears. His lips trembled, but he couldn't make any sound, his face was as pale as paper, bloodless. Lily, the gentle and kind girl, the companion who had laughed with him and faced danger together, was actually... dead? This news was like a bolt from the blue, hitting his heart hard, making him feel a suffocating pain. He stumbled and fell to the ground, and the chair was knocked to the ground by him, making a dull sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent conference hall. Everyone in the conference hall was speechless for a while by this sudden change, and they all cast their eyes on Mark.

"Lily... How could it be..." Mark's voice was hoarse and low, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat, with a hint of uncontrollable trembling. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and there was a crackling sound between his bones. His chest rose and fell violently, as if he wanted to vent the suppressed grief.

The high priest looked at the grief-stricken Mark, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes. She slowly walked to Mark's side, patted his shoulder gently, and said in a heavy tone: "My son, I'm sorry..."

"No! I don't believe it!" Mark raised his head suddenly, his eyes were red and bloodshot, like a wounded beast, exuding a chilling breath. He grabbed the high priest's arm and asked hurriedly, "Where is Lily's body? I want to see her!"

The high priest shook his head gently and said in a low voice: "Lily's body... has not been brought back." She paused and continued, "According to Captain Edmund's report before his death, Lily's soul has been devoured by a soul-stealer named Elvira, and now it is Elvira who occupies Lily's body."

"Elvira..." Mark repeated the name, his eyes burning with anger, like a volcano about to erupt. He gritted his teeth and said, "I will kill her! Revenge for Lily!"

He turned around suddenly and drew out the long sword at his waist. The sword tip shone with a cold light, reflecting his angry face. He rushed to the door of the conference hall with big strides, wanting to seek revenge on Elvira immediately.

"Mark! Calm down!" Seeing this, the high priest hurriedly stopped him. Several paladins also stepped forward and blocked Mark's way.

"Get out of the way!" Mark roared, his voice echoing in the conference hall like thunder. He waved the long sword in his hand and forced back the paladin who was blocking him.

"Mark, you are going to die if you rush out like this!" The high priest said anxiously, "Elvira is very powerful, even Captain Edmund is not her opponent, you will just die in vain if you go!"

Mark turned a deaf ear to him, and there was only a burning fire of revenge in his eyes. He swung his sword again, knocked down several paladins, and continued to rush out. The conference hall was in chaos, and everyone dodged for fear of being accidentally injured by Mark.

"Quick, stop him!" Seeing this, the high priest immediately ordered other paladins to subdue Mark.

The paladins rushed up and surrounded Mark. They didn't dare to be ruthless to Mark, after all, Mark was not their enemy, and he was powerful. They could only try to restrict Mark's actions and prevent him from rushing out.

The paladins tried their best to subdue the furious Mark. Mark's strength was far beyond that of ordinary people. Even though he was suppressed by everyone, he still struggled hard, and kept roaring in anger. His eyes were like burning flames, as if he wanted to burn everything that blocked him.

The subdued Mark was taken to the confinement room of the Holy City. The walls of the confinement room were made of thick rocks, and there was a heavy iron lock on the door. It was dark and damp, and there was a musty smell in the air.

Mark, who was imprisoned in the confinement room, gradually calmed down. He sat on the ground dejectedly, holding his head with both hands, his eyes full of pain and self-blame. He began to reflect on his impulsive behavior.

"Avella, Avella." Mark murmured to himself, "This name is familiar, I should have heard of it."

The high priest came to the confinement room and looked at the decadent Mark, with a trace of heartache in his eyes. She walked slowly to Mark and said gently: "Mark, I know you are very sad, and I am sad too..."

Mark raised his head and looked at the high priest, his eyes full of pain.

"High priest, I must have heard the name Elvira somewhere, but I can't remember it."

The high priest was surprised: "Mark, have you really heard of it? Think about it carefully? We need to know Elvira's information now and find out her weaknesses. Revenge for Lily, Edmund, and Toby."

Mark was silent for a moment. He took a deep breath and tried to control his emotions. He said in a low voice: "I understand, high priest. Let me be alone."

The high priest nodded with relief and said: "Mark. I believe you can find Elvira's weakness."

"I will." Mark nodded, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

The high priest patted Mark on the shoulder, turned around and signaled the two paladins behind him to open the iron door of the confinement room. "Have a good rest tonight, and we will discuss countermeasures tomorrow." After she finished speaking, she left the confinement room. The heavy iron door closed behind Mark with a muffled sound. The two paladins looked at each other, and one of the young paladins nodded slightly to Mark, and then they left.

Mark was the only one left in the confinement room. He slowly stood up and walked to a stone bench by the wall and sat down. The stone bench was cold and hard, making him more sober. He raised his hand to touch the tears on his face that had not yet dried, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. Lily's voice and smile appeared in his mind, and a bitter smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He recalled the scene of his first meeting with Lily.

"Lily..." Mark whispered Lily's name softly, and his eyes were wet again.