A girl in a school uniform slowly rose from the ancient well, cradling a porcelain vase with a narrow neck and broad body in her arms.
An invisible force held up her nearly transparent body, suspending her in midair.
"Senior Sister Ling!"
Kena cried out in alarm.
As if she had thought of something, Tanya retreated several steps in succession, staring at "Senior Sister Ling" before her with terror on her face.
The half-demon was not an idiot.
After the initial shock came the fury of realization.
"Was all of this your doing?"
Kena questioned the figure before her.
"Yes."
"Senior Sister Ling" did not deny it. After giving a faint nod, she looked toward the still-dazed Chen and made a slight beckoning gesture with her pale hand.
"Senior Sister."
With a foolish smile on her face, Chen took a step toward her.
"Don't move!"
"Hold her!"
Kena shouted.
The first was directed at Chen, the second at Tanya.
"My servants tell me that the stench of death fills this place!"
Tanya wrapped her arms around Chen, who seemed to have lost her mind and could only mechanically move forward, then spoke with an ugly expression.
Regardless of whether she differed from ordinary people, it was true that she possessed talent. She could clearly sense death drawing closer, little by little.
Especially when she held Chen, the shadow that accompanied death seemed ready to swallow her at any moment.
"I know!"
Kena said.
Then, gritting her teeth, the half-demon turned around.
"Why did you deceive us?"
Amid her furious shout, flames flared in the half-demon's hands. Like a pouncing leopard, she lunged at "Senior Sister Ling."
Whoosh!
A scorching gust of wind echoed through the cramped space.
Then...
The half-demon passed through "Senior Sister Ling's" body without the slightest resistance.