"Sorry... Aaron."
Lilliat felt like a little white rabbit being watched by countless beasts. Tugging at Aaron's sleeve, she said, "I shouldn't have exposed myself... But don't worry, I'm a direct descendant of Sothoth. That evil spirit will definitely come for me first. When that happens, run!"
In her eyes, she belonged to the direct line of the Sothoth Family. Though Aaron also had a pair of violet eyes, who knew how distant a collateral branch he was from?
Judging by the closeness of their bloodline, the evil spirit would surely seek her out first!
That way, Aaron would have a chance to escape.
"You're truly brave!"
Aaron praised her, while inwardly grumbling, But why do I feel like you're about to cry from fear? Although... I was the one who planted the psychological suggestion that made you expose yourself. After I leave, the identity of a Sothoth blood descendant can at least make those people protect you as long as possible...
"What touching family affection."
Sarsrofi sneered. Just as he was about to continue, his expression abruptly changed.
Rumble!
Cracks appeared across the enormous Bridge of the Dead.
"What's going on?"
Jacob stared furiously at Chikatilo, who was walking at the very front.
"I don't know..."
Chikatilo looked slightly dazed as the bone ash in his claws spilled onto the ground.
Crack!
The instant the powder touched the bridge deck, enormous cracks spread across the bridge.
And at that moment, they were right in the middle of it!
"The bridge is collapsing... Run!"
Caslow's voice cracked.
"Th-this is a trap! Auclair's ashes can actually cause the Bridge of the Dead to collapse directly?"
Chikatilo roared.
But it was already too late.
Crack!
Crack!
Countless spiderweb-like fissures spread over the deathly white bridge, stretching without end toward both sides.
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