Rather than an apple, it was more like a whirl of airflow.
Almost the moment her lips touched the golden apple, it melted and flowed into the mouths of Sonia and the witch.
Then Sonia's soul naturally floated up, drifting into the distant darkness. But she wasn't alone, for Diya was right beside her.
Though surrounded by darkness, Sonia's soul had a purplish-red outline, while Diya's soul appeared black and white at first glance, refracting colors as it drifted. They exchanged a glance, their hearts devoid of sorrow or joy, enveloped by the golden airflow formed by the golden apple, silently floating upward.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...
As they broke free from the darkness, they realized they had just been in the deep sea. Above the deep sea was a boundless dense white mist, and their souls, unknowingly spreading silver void wings, soared upward joyfully.
