Evelina instinctively shut her eyes and summoned the power within her to resist.
Yet strangely, her mind did not grow any clearer. Instead, it sank deeper into chaos.
She was on the verge of losing consciousness and passing out.
At that critical moment, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded beside Evelina's ear:
"Don't try to resist. Just ignore them."
"Ignore them..." Evelina's spirits jolted, and she instinctively searched for the source of that hoarse warning.
As her attention was diverted, her mind truly did cease its descent into chaos and gradually returned to clarity.
When Evelina opened her eyes, she finally saw what the speaker looked like—
It was a corpse.
That was the first thought that sprang into the Succubus Lady's mind.
Because in her eyes, the speaker could hardly be considered a living creature.
Its tall, gaunt body was wrapped in layer upon layer of burial cloth.
The strips of cloth were old and yellowed, stained with unknown dark red and black blotches.
Many had even snapped apart, dangling lifelessly in the air like willow branches stripped bare in winter.
Its exposed skin looked as though it had been scorched by blazing fire, and the charred, rough flesh exuded an intense aura of death.
Not to mention the countless thick and thin chains Piercing its body, as if they had always been an inherent part of it.
When Evelina focused on its mostly exposed chest and saw the shriveled heart still beating slowly within, she finally understood who—or what—the newcomer was.
A relic guardian of the Central Ruins.
It resembled neither demons, the Spirit Clan, humans, nor any other living creature Evelina had ever seen.
Nor was it like the mechanical constructs she had encountered in the ruins of the gods.
It was more like an amalgamation pieced together