Chapter 116 – A smile of Sorrow [3]
Fokay – Church of Sorrow
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
"PLEASE! NO!!!"
Cries for help—of despair, of agony, of terror—echoed through the dark chamber with such maddening intensity that even the very walls seemed to tremble, as if they, too, could not bear the weight of so much pain.
They screamed. They wept. They begged. They cursed. They threatened. They offered everything, anything, just to make the torment stop.
But the one they were pleading to?
She didn't flinch.
A beautiful woman sat calmly on a wooden chair facing them. Her white hair flowed down her back like moonlight carved from snow, and her crimson eyes—gleaming like priceless rubies—watched without emotion.
Her grey church robes were spotless, tightly clinging to her body in a way far too sinful for what one might expect inside a church.
Rea Thornspire. Our dear fiancée.
