There was a saying that put it rather well: the so-called paranormal, the so-called urban legends and the like were perhaps nothing more than the sorrow of ordinary people, powerless to resist when faced with unknown forces and harm, along with the overwhelming terror of life and death magnified a thousandfold.
By comparison, for someone like Annie, who had countless ways to fight back and couldn't be scared, all those so-called paranormal entities, so-called monsters, and so-called horrors were nothing more than toys for her amusement or a bit of unusual fun.
See?
In the end, just as you'd expect, the strange woman's nails had grown long, her features had turned increasingly savage, her face was deathly pale, and her eyes had no pupils. Even when she suddenly sprang up and launched a sneak attack, she still couldn't hurt Annie in the slightest!
Not only had she failed to hurt Annie, she'd even been hacked into pieces with the very knife she'd just pulled out herself.
That's right!
Into pieces!
More or less, there were pieces here and there—her head, feet, hands, and everything else had been dismembered and tossed all over the place.
And yet...
Even after she'd been reduced to pieces here and there, even after her head had been torn off and kicked around like a ball, that strange woman still hadn't died!
Not only was she still alive, she was glaring at Annie with a vicious, terrifying expression, her pupil-less, deathly pale eyes fixed on her!
At the same time, a sinister, eerie power from the netherworld continued to gather and surge into the Chamber of Secrets, as if it meant to wash over Annie, corrupt her, and kill her outright.
But unfortunately for her, it was no use!
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Faced with that dense, sinister,