Scarlett’s body froze in place, yet her hands began to rise, the trembling in each movent plain to see.
She didn’t want to, but she couldn’t control her body!
How could this be? How could this be? This was impossible!
"Rip!"
In the end, Scarlett still tore open her own chest. She uttered a piercing scream, and the phantoms prostrated against the ground, their trembling from fear clearly visible. At the sa ti, shadows began to surge forth from the massive mirrors mounted on both walls, countless furious eyes glaring at Leonard.
Leonard smirked, entirely unafraid, his tone dripping with mockery:
"Well, well, well, why so impatient? Just like a loyal dog. She doesn’t even like you."
[That voice... that way of speaking...]
[Don’t tell Lucian has co back to life inside Leonard’s body, no way!]
[Impossible or not, it’s clearly possible now. That voice is definitely Lucian’s.]
[Damn it, where the hell is my Leonard! Did Nerio know about this when he ripped out Lucian’s heart?]
[Still wondering what the hell Lucian even is...]
[No, listen carefully, there’s still more of Leonard’s voice in there.]
Lucian’s words had clearly enraged the existence within the mirrors. In an instant, countless hands burst forth like arrows, shooting straight at Leonard, so many that they nearly blotted out the entire dance studio!
At the sa ti, these hands fused, forming a massive black curtain that wrapped tightly around Scarlett, shielding her from any further harm from outside.
[Tom was truly devoted. Too bad he only gained power after dying...]
[Devoted or not, he wasn’t the one Scarlett loved. Alex deserved death for betraying her!]
[But he already begged for rcy in pain!]
[Ha! If Tom hadn’t turned him into a lilac husk, he probably wouldn’t even know what begging in pain ant.]
[Enough, stop arguing. Whatever they were, Leonard has swallowed it all anyway!]
And at this mont, Leonard still stood in place, letting the countless hands surge toward him like a raging flood. He curved his lips into a wide grin, utterly fearless—if this was still Leonard, he looked more and more like Lucian.
And indeed, that was the truth.
Leonard suddenly roared:
"You’re here to make stronger, not to resist !"
Right after, he stretched out his hand and directly crushed his own heart! Fresh blood gushed out, not falling to the ground but rising into the air, as if about to take the shape of wings!
At the sa ti, the countless hands wrapped around him completely, sealing every last gap, as if only one fate awaited him now—death!
But then, the impossible happened.
Faint rays of light suddenly flickered through the cracks between the countless hands, like blades forcing their way through. The writhing hands seed to hesitate for a brief mont before a furious, disbelieving voice echoed out:
"This is impossible!"
The light grew ever brighter at once, so dazzling it filled the entire room, forcing eyes shut! They were like countless blades, cutting through the thing that had bound him.
"Rip!"
The sound of tearing rang out. Like eternal darkness, the pitch-black hands stood no chance against the light—they shattered into countless fragnts, like specks of dust, swiftly scattering and vanishing within the brilliant radiance.
The light then began to recede, drawing in upon itself, until Leonard’s proper form was finally revealed.
He floated in midair, feet no longer touching the ground. Behind him stretched a pair of wings nearly four ters wide, pure white, their feathers shimring in the light as a few strands drifted downward to the floor.
His head drooped, his body still.
Suddenly, he raised both hands—one hand brushing back the hair that hung before his face, while at the sa ti he lifted his head, revealing sharp features and a pair of unfamiliar golden eyes.
In his other hand, crimson flas erupted, condensing swiftly into a colossal fireball—towering even larger than his own body.
He curled his lips, nothing but contempt in his eyes:
"Die."
The blazing fireball was hurled downward, and the entire room was instantly consud in flas.
The air filled with screams of grief and furious howls. Countless hands desperately tried to converge, wrapping protectively around Scarlett, who remained trapped at the center of the dance studio.
Scarlett herself seed unable to leave this place at all. She was shrouded in darkness, her figure swaying unsteadily, a heart torn into countless pieces within her chest.
anwhile, the comnt feed had exploded entirely!
[Wtf wtf wtf?!!!!!]
[What Leonard ate was really Lucian’s heart, right? Then what the hell is happening now? Is this Lucian’s power? Doesn’t this look a little too familiar to anyone else...]
[Wings, golden eyes, hellfire—sorry, even if you burned to ashes, I’d still recognize you, Lucifer!]
[Wow, bold of you to brag like that. If you knew, why didn’t you recognize him back when Lucifer was still Lucian?]
[I was pretending, okay.]
[So right now, is he Leonard, or is he Lucifer? I need an answer!]
[Hmmm... maybe both. Black hair, and his face still looks more like Leonard’s.]
[What if Lucifer ends up devouring Leonard’s soul completely?]
[Co on, Lucifer’s an angel, not a demon!]
[What’s the difference, ha ha ha.]
[And yet he still let Nerio rip out his heart. Could it be Nerio already knew about this?]
[Nothing escapes Nerio! That much is certain!]
[But still, Leonard was seriously cool just now—that was the first ti I’ve seen his face so clearly. He’s really handso!]
[That’s only because he’s got Lucifer’s aura added on!]
[Don’t deny it, even before Lucifer, Leonard was already good-looking!]
[A bunch of shallow face-fans!]
After unleashing the flas, Leonard didn’t linger for long.
He glanced at the darkness hastily protecting Scarlett, sneered, and then flew straight toward the door. With a powerful beat of his wings, a violent gust shattered the door into pieces, opening a clear path forward.
At the exact mont, the dungeon’s system notification echoed throughout, its words ringing unmistakably in every human ear:
[The Master of the Mirror World has entered a state of rage! Humans, you will be imprisoned here forever!]
Right then, monsters were relentlessly chasing Damian’s group, their numbers so overwhelming it seed utterly impossible to wipe them out, no matter how hard they tried.
Bella couldn’t help but roar:
"What the hell is this?! Who pissed off that monster?!"
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