The moment the old man's voice fell, the entire space enclosed by the flesh barrier plunged into a deathly silence.
At this moment, everyone present finally understood the underlying cause of this catastrophe in the Eastern Continent.
Yet precisely because of this, they looked at the former Duke Edliman, their minds drifting back to the tragic story he had just recounted.
The expressions on everyone's faces grew exceptionally bizarre.
In fact, some of the green and white dragons were puffing out their cheeks and covering their mouths.
They looked as though they desperately wanted to laugh but did not dare to.
In the face of this reaction, the former Duke Edliman—now the Mother of Mutation and Flesh—showed no sign of anger on his shifting, distorted face.
He simply stood there in silence.
It was as if long ago, back when he was being exploited day and night by the drow, he had already forged an unflappable heart of steel.
“Clap, clap, clap—”
Amidst this heavy silence, before either side could make a move, a sudden, jarring burst of applause rang out.
Everyone's gaze was instantly drawn toward the sound.
There they saw the former Saintess, Vina, lightly clapping her hands as she stepped through the bloody water, slowly walking out of the pool of blood.
She wore a smile, her steps light and elegant, but that graceful gait sounded exceptionally grating in the dead silence of the space.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Vina stepped out of the blood pool, walked past Irene, and stopped barely ten meters away from Edliman.
“Poor, pitiful old duke... Please allow me to introduce myself.”
“Vina Alice, a humble servant of the great Abyss...”
Seeing that the hideously mutated Edliman made no move, Vina felt a bit more reassured.
“I understand everything you have done, and I understand your resolve for revenge...”
At this point, she turned her head and cast a frigid glare at Irene. “To tell you the truth, I have suffered the same torment as you, and it was also all thanks to this despicable dragon.”
“What I mean is...” Vina turned back, her expression shifting instantly into a smile as she laughed and said to Edliman, “We are of the same kind, and we should unite... Would you be interested in cooperating with me? Together, we can pledge our loyalty to the great Abyssal Will, and together... we can destroy this world abandoned by the gods!”
A brief silence fell over the scene.
It was only after a short moment that Edliman revealed a bizarre, twisted smile.
“Come closer... and let us speak in detail...”
Hearing this, a gleam of unsuppressible joy flashed deep within Vina's eyes. She took a deep breath, steadied her mind, and did her best to suppress her inner excitement.
She took a step forward, walking toward the mutated old man.
Her eyes were fixed on him, as if she could already see the dawning light of her future.
However, just as Vina took her second step, the joyful light in her eyes had not yet faded.
Whoosh!
A thick tentacle suddenly burst out from the fleshy ground behind Vina, right where she had just walked.
Like a flash of lightning, it impaled her straight through the chest!
The fallen Saintess did not even have time to let out a scream before her entire body was skewered by the tentacle.
Blood and shattered internal organs splattered in all directions.
At this moment, time seemed to slow down infinitely.
Vina's look of disbelief and the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes from the pain were frozen in this very instant.
From the blood pool behind them, Laya's pupils dilated in shock at the sight, and she instinctively wanted to rush forward to save her.
Yet Arthas's hand gripped her wrist like an iron vise, leaving her utterly unable to break free.
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