Clear yet viscous liquid flowed continuously from the cracks in Mrs. Felshev's bones, especially those in her skull, then began falling onto Philomina like dripping wax.
Philomina's skin began to redden. She could not resist any of this and could only let it continue.
Meanwhile, the expression on Mrs. Felshev's face grew increasingly benevolent, so benevolent that it bordered on gloomy:
"It feels good, doesn't it, my darling granddaughter? You feel very comfortable, don't you?
This is Grandma's love for you. Do you know how long Grandma has waited for this day, how much torment she has endured?
This is all yours, all from Grandma. Hurry and take it. Grandma will give you everything she has. Including... Grandma herself.
You must enjoy every bit of it."
A pained expression appeared on Philomina's face. The scalding, clear, viscous liquid seemed to be "skinning" her soul.
As this process continued, the surrounding darkness gradually disappeared, and bright sunshine and green shade kept spreading.
The scene conveyed a transition from deathly stillness to vitality. Everything seemed to be developing in a beautiful direction.
Kallen landed on the grass, then silently sat up. He was very weak now. His soul was like a paper garment riddled with holes. It did not need to be left outside to weather a raging storm; even a light breeze in the courtyard might tear it into pieces.
"Clip-clop..."
Hooves came down beside Kallen. He turned and looked up, seeing the young woman appear here on horseback.
The woman also lowered her head to look at Kallen, an enchanting smile on her lips.
Unlike Eunice, who was dignified, reserved, and restrained but had more of a girlish air since she was still young, the woman before him, though indeed very young, already possessed a young wife's allure, probably because