In the dense gray mist, a humanoid figure gradually emerged.
He wore a gray cloak, holding a chain and scythe in his hands. Though there was nothing under the hood, it seemed to gaze at everything in the world.
If one accidentally made eye contact with it, even a single glance could ensnare their soul.
However, the Death God, after appearing, did not pay any attention to Lette but rather turned his head towards Emily and Joanna.
The witch's curse was a desecration of the Death Law, and their rich, strong souls were the Death God's favorite pastries.
Being watched by the Death God was no good thing; the Divine Contract within Joanna reacted at once. A thin Divine Power Field enveloped her, completely blocking the Death God's gaze.
And for the first time in this life, Emily smelled the scent of death, but fortunately, Lilith and the Pope stood in front of her. Otherwise, just standing here might have dragged her into the Nether Sea by the Death Will.
