"Randolph."
Wu Heng suddenly turned to look at the figure collapsed by the basement entrance.
"Y-Yes. I'm here." Having suddenly been called out, Randolph immediately struggled to stand, but his legs were so weak they would not obey him.
After the impact of will just now, he had developed an immense fear of Wu Heng.
"According to the family's memories, your body also seemed to meet the ritual's requirements. But at the last moment, you discovered its secret. Not only did you betray the family, you even took on the name The Cleaner and dealt with young members of the family who wanted to come into contact with the ritual."
Wu Heng's gaze fell on the wound on his shoulder.
"The Morik Family bloodline power flowing through your body is a perfectly suitable sacrifice at a time like this."
"Ah—!" Randolph's face instantly went deathly pale. "No, Lohr—no, Lord Lohr, I just didn't want the family to be destroyed. I can serve you. This ritual is evil. Spare me."
At that moment, he even suspected that Wu Heng had been possessed by Vidal.
"No need."
Wu Heng cut him off and pointed at the wound on his shoulder.
Splurt!
Blood immediately spurted from Randolph's shoulder, guided with precision by an invisible hand toward the Evil Spirit core bound by chain-like patterns.
"Ah!"
Randolph let out a miserable scream.
He clutched his shoulder as his eyes gradually lost focus.
"I don't want to die. Save me. Great-Grandmother Hannah, please put in a good word for me." He looked weakly toward Hannah's soul, floating nearby with its clear spiritual form.
As Randolph's blood merged into the core's surface, the anguished faces of those family members gradually blurred, and their twisted sharp angles fused together.
It was as though they were mourning the