The Soul of the Parthenon Temple
Editor: Exodus Tales
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
"I thought your blood had already been corrupted and turned black, but it's still so red!" Demon Mo Fan slowly pulled his hand out of Mellaura's twitching body. He was admiring the blood on his hand as if it was a work of art!
Mellaura did not die instantly. She was still grasping onto her last breath, waiting for Shawshank to protect her.
If everything went according to the plan, Izisha would eventually obtain the Spell of Resurrection. As long as she could preserve her body and her soul, she still had a chance to be resurrected. Mellaura could feel her life draining away at an insane rate. She had only one final wish!
Mo Fan suddenly flipped his hand. A strong wind immediately surrounded Mellaura, destroying her final hope. She could even see pieces of her body drifting in the wind. It looked utterly terrifying!