Kyle was so frightened that he collapsed limply to the floor, trembling all over. The sight before him had completely surpassed the limits of his understanding.
The puppet evil spirit's tentacles exerted force again, dark Incantation patterns and spinning spiral blades surfacing across them.
Riiip—!
With a deafening sound like cloth being torn completely apart, the eight tentacles joined forces to rip an irregular hole through the tough black barrier.
Even denser black yin energy, icy enough to pierce the bone, surged out from the breach like floodwaters bursting through a dam. It instantly filled the entire second-floor corridor. The temperature plummeted, and frost swiftly formed on the walls.
Ghostly green flames flickered beyond the opening, while countless pale or charred hands reached from its edges, clawing wildly as they tried to crawl through.
Amid this horrifying scene, as though the gates of hell had been thrown open, a figure was forcibly "dragged" out from deep within the breach by the puppet evil spirit's power and squeezed to the edge of the crack.
It was the figure of a woman in a red dress.
Her body was somewhat illusory, as though made of smoke, yet her face was clearly visible—pale and haggard, though traces of the gentleness she had possessed in life could still be seen.
Yet ropes formed from orange flames coiled around her body, cutting deep into her spirit as though she were enduring the agony of eternal burning.
The instant she appeared, her gaze passed over everyone else and locked onto Kyle, who lay sprawled on the floor in stunned disbelief.
There was none of the savagery of a hellish vengeful spirit in her eyes. There was only boundless sorrow, heart-wrenching pain, and a deep motherly love that transcended life and death.
"Kyle... my son!" Her voice