Realizing Nicoleâs extensive knowledge, the chief had no plans to simply let her walk away.
She saw this as an ideal moment to handle both Nicole and Roscoe simultaneously.
With a flick of her wrist, the torch in the chiefâs hand ignited flames mysteriously.
Then, the chief fell to the ground, her voice trembling with feigned terror.
âThe Holy Spirit is wrathful! The Holy is wrathful! have on us.
â
Spirit Please, mercy Holy Spirit, forgive.
The sight of their chiefâs dramatic display prompted the followers to kneel, echoing her pleas for divine forgiveness.
With her objective met, the chief stood, brandishing her torch toward Nicole, declaring, âThis woman is tainted by a demon.
We must purify her soul at the lotus altar.
Otherwise, the demon will continue to haunt our world.
â
âHoly Spirit, manifest your might, banish this demon, and restore peace!â
âHoly Spirit, manifest your might, banish this demon, and restore peace!â
Overwhelmed, Nicole remained silent as the crowd fervently chanted, pushing her toward the altar.
She was acutely aware that this was the chiefâs ploy to label her as a malevolent force to redirect the collective rage toward her.
Gripping her knife firmly, Nicole confronted the chief with icy resolve.
âEnough of your lies and manipulations.
Release Roscoe now, or I will end this woman and expose the myths of eternal youth and immortality as mere fabrications.
Sheâs nothing but a normal girl.
â
With these words, Nicole pressed the knife against Emerieâs neck, causing blood to trickle down.
Emerie endured the agony yet convinced herself it was merely due to her insufficient training.
She told herself that all she needed was more dedication.
With resolve, Emerie yelled to the chief, âChief, donât be concerned for me.
This demoness canât harm me.
Focus on vanquishing her evil spirit and safeguarding our journey!â
Before the chief could reply, Emerie seized the knife and pressed it against her own throat, cutting it deeply.
Blood spurted out immediately.
Nicole stood frozen, her hands slick with blood, stunned by Emerieâs drastic action.
Who would have imagined Emerie possessed such courage to end her own life?
âAhâ¦â A piercing scream broke the silence, and chaos followed.
Wasnât Emerie claimed to be immortal? Then why was she bleeding so profusely, looking as if she was on the brink of death?
Nicole was the first to snap out of her shock.
She hurriedly knelt down and pressed her robe against Emerieâs wound in a futile attempt to stem the flow of blood.
Blood continued to gush like a fountain.
Emerieâs eyes widened in shock, and she made gurgling noises.
Unable to speak with her throat cut, her condition was ghastly to witness.
Nicole exclaimed in a panic, âStop talking, just wait! Where is that pill you mentioned? Can it save your life? Will it stop the bleeding?â
Emerie was unable to reply or even change her expression, feeling her life fading away.
At that moment, a profound regret filled Emerie.
She belatedly knew she truly was on the brink of death.
Could it be that she wasnât immortal after all? Had the chief been deceiving her all this time?
She struggled with the realization, but as she reached out a desperate hand toward the chief, the chiefâs eyes spoke volumes.
The panic in the chiefâs gaze confirmed Emerieâs worst fears.
She had been manipulated and lied to for years, never living for herself but always under the chiefâs command.
And now, she was paying the ultimate price for that deception.
âUhâ¦uhâ¦â With a weak, raspy voice, Emerie tried to point at the chief, her blood-soaked hand trembling before it began to fall.