The pain eroded by the Abyssal Divine Power vanished without a trace, and even her weakened body was somewhat restored.
When the light of recovery disappeared, she held his gradually cooling body in a daze, as if she had fallen into hell.
"What a pity, if only you, Rephya, were willing to have a child."
He laughed three times, then moved no more.
Rephya looked at the black blood staining her palms and remained silent for a long time.
"I've lost him."
Aisha's voice was very calm.
Soon, Chloe's body regained its warmth.
A cold and cruel aura spread from him.
Rephya instinctively stepped back, only to see "Chloe" sit up straight.
A flash of delight crossed her eyes.
He was still alive.
Just as she was about to speak, that unfamiliar voice seemed to cast an Immovable Spell.
That wasn't Chloe.
"Why insist? If you're truly unwilling to lose the self, you could have discussed with me. Becoming my demon is not impossible, why suffer so?"
The existence seemed very angry.
