Chapter 85

"Uncle Eldritch," Elvira called many times. No matter how hard she shook Eldritch's body, he would not respond.

His healthy complexion was rapidly turning blue. There was no struggle, and his health deteriorated faster than Wivior's. Her quivering hands couldn't muster up the courage to check for a pulse or hot breath from his nostrils.

It couldn't be! Lilith wouldn't kill her family. It must be something similar to what she had done to Wivior.

"It's purposeless to wake him up now," began Lilith. Elvira lifted her eyes and saw the sheer horror and sorrow on her mother's face. "Your uncle took the hit to save you and died. It's all your fault. You killed my brother!"