"Ah—!!!"
The shrill scream echoed throughout the entire hall, the scab that had formed on Vivian's fingertips instantly dispersed into rust-colored smoke.
Bathing in the Holy Light, she was like a bat plunging into a brazier, every inch of her skin burning, even emitting a sizzling black smoke.
Such agony was indescribable.
If the torment felt by a common Undead or Demon was like ten million needles piercing through the skin into the marrow, then her pain, being both Undead and Demon, was like a hundred million needles penetrating every neuron in her body.
That scorching light seemed to burn into the depths of her soul.
Soon Vivian, lying on the floor, could not even scream, only opening her mouth in a silent wail, curling up trying to make herself smaller.
The eyes that had once been filled with murderous intent and sharpness, had vanished from her blood-red pupils, leaving only fear and pleading.
