Chapter Twenty Seven

Hope had no words. She had no thoughts. She was clad in a simple yellow top and dark trousers.

She'd thrown them on carelessly and it could be seen in the wrinkles here and there.

After coming back from the spirit realm, the next course of action had been to locate William, hoping he would be free by their prayers.

Turns out he was but looking at him now, standing over what remained of the people he loved, she couldn't help but guess that something had gone terribly wrong.

It was obvious. His blue eyes were dull and unfocused and the blood of the last of his family was still smeared all over his mouth.

Even with Seth right in front of him, he was still looking at her.

His eyes seemed unfocused and dazed. He definitely wasn't the same and yet somehow there was a flicker of awareness in his eyes before they became unfocused again.

They weren't the only ones present, countless other silhouettes had joined the occasion-demons.