Chapter 152
Swallowed by Chaos, Denarua closed her eyes and awaited her end.
She had thrown herself into the fray alongside her other sisters to prevent burdening Lin, but she quickly realized he had also been absorbed.
Together with Adora and Salome, she struggled desperately to rescue Lin. However, as the black magic tightened around them, she soon collapsed, completely drained.
The only solace was that the magic seemed not to harm Lin but simply cradled him. Still, they attempted to muster their strength, but in the end, the magic drained all of the sorceresses’ power.
“Damn it...!”
At the very least, she found a shred of comfort in knowing Lin was safe, but her helplessness as she lay waiting to die, like an insect trapped in a venus flytrap, made her feel pathetic.
Once again, just like with her brother, she was losing someone she loved dearly without being able to do anything about it.
Denarua was filled with regret.
If she had known things would end up like this, she wouldn’t have opposed Lin and his companions. Instead, she might have chosen to help them.
She never imagined that Tiana, her only remaining family, would become mentally twisted and drive everything into ruin.
She still couldn’t believe the Demon King, who had always been the one to comfort them, had become the origin of this catastrophe.
“None of that matters. The only thing that matters is Lin!”
She could feel his energy dwindling.
She wanted to find him and send him out of this hell immediately, but her strength was insufficient.
And then, it happened.@@novelbin@@
A pink flash pierced through the darkness.
“I am here!”
With a determined cry, Lucy burst through Chaos’s belly.
The warrior, who had wandered through the darkness calling out for Lin, had finally found him by following her red thread.
“...You must find happiness.”
Casting aside her selfish desires, Lucy focused only on her wish as she sent Lin outside. Denarua watched this unfold in awe.
She was overcome with emotion seeing Lin rescued and the warrior truly acting as one, sacrificing herself.
At the same time, she envied Lucy for being able to accomplish this.
That’s why Lucy’s death—her body crushed under the oppressive black magic—was unbearably tragic.
Now... it’s my turn, isn’t it?
At least, I can close my eyes in peace.
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