276: Be at Peace, Mother.
"Aagh! AH!"
Faustina heaved as the essence of lust drew into the dagger, back into her own body.
And then…
Her staff's broken gem—
Slowly grew!
The gem was growing on itself.
"Each of their essence is YOUR power," he said. "Only you can stop the prophecy and end this." Ezekiel said without looking at Faustina. "Go!"
Faustina did not waste time as she rushed towards the warlock generals.
"Lust, you fool…!" Said envy, trying to fight off Faustina. With the help of the duke, Envy was pinned to the ground.
"No… I beg of you!" Said Envy, trying to gain sympathy from Faustina, trying to toy with her emotions. He could use her human heart as her very own—
Weak…ness…?
Envy coughed blood as Duke Feuerlon buried his sword into his body.
"Faustina," said the duke. "These are murderers. The lives of many will be lost if they will exist."
Faustina thinned her lips.
