Vishdair gazed at herself in the mirror.
The reflection gazed back at her.
At this moment, deep within their eyes, dark golden flames flickered simultaneously.
The dirty mercenary W sneered, "Understand now?"
Vishdair flashed the same deranged smile, "Are you talking about yourself? I've known this for ages."
"Heh..."
The next moment, she stopped looking at her reflection, then turned and left.
She put on her clothes, went to her room, picked up the heavily sealed box, and opened it.
The fist-sized [Heart of the Marquis of Purgatory] lay there silently.
After being grasped by Vishdair for so many days, it had been stripped of its initial defiance, though it still pulsed softly with an aura of sin.
Vishdair grabbed it, and sensing its impending doom, it began to struggle and pulsate. Yet she ignored its resistance, forcing it into her mouth, tearing its flesh apart with her teeth, chewing, and swallowing it down.
