Judgment of the Gods

Soteria finished her story. She knelt quietly on the ground, the hideous scar in the dim light like a silent, irrefutable witness.

Xia Lin slowly rose to his feet. He said nothing, merely pacing back and forth through the room with his hands behind his back, as though digesting this tale filled with tragedy and coincidence.

Kade's expression as he looked at Celia was somewhat complicated.

As a Paladin, he should have loathed demons to the bone. Yet as he looked at the being before him, both demon and victim, he wavered violently.

He did not know whether he ought to draw his warhammer or extend a hand and help her up from the cold floor.

Sera folded her arms, a trace of admiration glinting in her violet eyes. "I have to say, your will to survive is stronger than that of most people I've seen. The fusion of two souls... even in the forbidden rituals of warlocks, such a thing is exceedingly rare."

As for Tristan, the disdain on his face did not change in the slightest.

He slowly began to clap, the applause sounding especially grating in the silent room.

"I must admit, of all the last words demons have given before dying that I've heard, your story is one of the more creative ones."

He walked up to Soteria and mocked her from on high. "Inventing an innocent mortal who died to win sympathy?

"Using some scar of unknown origin as evidence? A fine attempt, but sadly, it is utterly useless before me."

Soteria did not get angry at his words. She merely raised her head and looked at him calmly. "It is normal that you do not believe me. It is right to remain vigilant and distrustful of demons."

"Right? Have we entered the next stage