Chapter 424 Ritual Ceremony Field

Now, only she was left here.

Agatha slowly diverted her gaze from the lantern beside her, turned her back on Governor Winston left alone in the chilling and tranquil darkness, and walked towards the "branches" intertwined endlessly in the vast space, towards that vast canopy of thorns like the firmament of heaven and earth.

A not-so-bright lantern hung at her waist, her right hand gripped the cane that had accompanied her for many years in her memory, and her left hand still clutched the brass key from Winston—the key was no longer icy cold but carried a warmth as if it was a body temperature, as if it was slowly merging with her own body.

But Agatha no longer paid attention to any changes in her body.

She just strode through the darkness, feeling the solid forward movement of her body, knowing that as long as the surrounding chaos hadn't completely swallowed and assimilated her, there was a need to press on.