Despair filled Elizabeth Franton's eyes as she struggled to hold on. She watched the room disappear beneath rapidly spreading, twisted flesh, and she understood Akara's plan.
Akara did not intend to steal the Eye of the Evil King. She meant to use flesh infused with the Goddess of the Night's divine power to break its seal, releasing the demigod-level psychic energy and the Evil Eye King's remnant soul within.
If the Evil Eye King returned to life, the cathedral—and perhaps all of Landon City—would stand on the brink of destruction.
But Elizabeth could not understand why Akara would do this. What could she gain from resurrecting the Evil Eye King?
"How frustrating! Is this really how it ends?" Elizabeth had no time to dwell on it. Whatever Akara's plan was, it no longer mattered to her.
Her soul was trapped inside this body, and the Goddess of the Night's divine power had already tainted it. Soon, she would no longer be able to hold back its transformation. Then she, too, would become a revolting heap of rotten flesh.
Just then, a scream rang out against Elizabeth's soul. "Damn it! What happened? I only took a nap. How did things end up like this?"
It was the demon she had contracted with: Aigrila, a Legendary Rank demon who lived in the endless Abyss World and loved sleeping at home.
"I'm so sorry, Aigrila. I've dragged you into this," Elizabeth Franton said with a weak, bitter smile.
Aigrila was a demon, but over the years since they had made their contract, she and Elizabeth had built a strong bond of trust.
Demons were not all irredeemably evil. They were simply a species that lived in the Abyss World, with good and bad among them. Their harsh living conditions had merely left them