This time, red patterns began to appear on George's body. They were as beautiful as the snowflake-like patterns formed by milk dripping into black tea, gradually spreading across his entire body. As the lines grew darker and richer in color, the pain they inflicted on George seemed to intensify as well.
Lin Yan stared at those strange patterns. With his pitifully limited imagination, he desperately tried to figure out what exactly had caused George and the others to meet such bizarre ends, and he could not help becoming transfixed.
After a while, the same patterns appeared on Jessica's body as well.
Jessica: "Ugh... ugh."
Lin Yan: "Stop... She didn't do anything wrong. Jessica didn't either... Stop."
Jessica: "Lin Yan, don't lose. You have to deny things like Witches and destroy them. She's an illusory phantom. As long as even one person denies her, she can't exist."
Lin Yan: "Jessica, are you okay?"
George was no longer human-shaped. He looked like kitchen scraps left over after the meat had been carved away during cooking.
Only the shape of his jaw and ribs remained, barely retaining a trace of anything human.
The red patterns on Jessica's body grew deeper and deeper. Clearly, she too was about to meet the same end.
Maria: "Lin Yan, hurry up and believe in Beatrice, or everyone's magic will come undone."
Lin Yan: "Maria, your whole body too..."
Beatrice: "I can use magic to revive all the dead, but as long as you don't believe, the magic cannot truly take effect. Of course, a manly man like you wouldn't surrender so easily, would you?"
Jessica: "Lin Yan. We... don't want to doubt our own people. We refuse to face reality, and that's why we submit to the Witch. But you're different, Lin Yan. You... won't submit to