Sophia lowered her gaze. "By now, we don't even know how many fragments of Teresa's soul are still left."
A wave of hatred suddenly washed over Lana. Her fingers curled into fists, and her nails dug into her palms. "These bastards."
The moment Lana's words fell, the voice that had been speaking from inside the room suddenly stopped.
The corridor became deathly silent.
Then, from inside the room, one of the voices suddenly laughed.
The laughter was deep and distorted, carrying a strange amusement that made everyone's skin crawl.
"Did someone truly just call us bastards to our faces?"
Lana's expression changed. Before anyone could react, a strange force suddenly burst out from behind the door.
The attack struck Lana without warning.
A sharp pain exploded through her chest, and she was violently thrown backward. Blood surged up her throat, and she immediately coughed it out, staining the floor crimson.
