Spirit realm lives often possess extremely strong patience due to their birth method. For spirit realm lives, waiting for thousands of years for a certain plan is simply normal.
Precisely because of this, unless they see an incomparably delicious soul, many malicious spirit realm lives—demons—are very willing to keep the other party free-range for a period to cultivate their spirit.
Letting the other party produce super-standard joy first, and then at the moment of reaching the peak, letting the other party know their true face, thereby obtaining the extreme emotions they need in this violent emotional fluctuation.
Spirit realm lives are such shitty things.
Of course, there are good ones. For example, some spirits in Ionia, and some primitive demigods in Freljord. And their good and bad are often directly linked to their nature. Those born from fear pursue creating more fear, those born from joy pursue creating more joy—or more extreme. Therefore, using box weapons to check household registration is quite convenient for determining spirit realm lives.
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And now, feeling the despair in Seraphine's heart, The Solitary only felt she hit the jackpot—as Evelynn's kin, The Solitary's food was also the agony of others. Although this had nothing to do with despair, even saying Seraphine's current despair state might mean she wouldn't resist even if stabbed with a knife, let alone feel agony.
But no matter—The Solitary was very willing to waste some time for Seraphine's deliciousness to cultivate specially.
First disguise as a considerate big sister to take meticulous care, awaken Seraphine's inner desire, then know who made this little girl so despairing now, and encourage this little girl to defeat the enemy instead of giving up on herself.
Then find an opportunity to design a plot to chop her material body into pieces and throw them in front of the little girl—this despair would definitely make her feast!
And this wasn't the end. The Solitary knew very well that this despair would also be accompanied by strong anger. By then she would secretly assist the little girl to complete humiliating and killing her enemy. At the moment when this little girl felt avenged and her inner joy climbed from the bottom to the peak, she would appear again to cut off her limbs, tell her all the truth, torture her in every possible way while maintaining her consciousness, and finally dig out her heart bit by bit slowly...
Let her watch helplessly, slowly feeling the steps of this despair and death.
By then, no matter how firm the will, this little girl would definitely usher in complete despair of body and spirit in despair...
Thinking this, The Solitary couldn't help licking the corner of her mouth.
Just thinking about it, this deliciousness already made her unable to hold back... "If I can offer her to Lord Evelynn, then my power..."
While thinking, The Solitary's eyes flickered continuously.
Regarding Evelynn, The Solitary didn't know much, only knowing Evelynn was a great demon who regained freedom after a more powerful demon disappeared.
At first, the demons thought they could suppress Evelynn relying on numerical advantage. But who would have thought, Evelynn's strength exceeded all demons' imagination. In the end, except for five demons including herself, all others became Evelynn's meal.
And this also meant Evelynn held all the roots, essences, and lifelines of The Solitary and the other four demons. Compared to slowly devouring other souls, if she could offer such a top-quality delicacy and get Lord Evelynn's favor, her power would definitely surpass the other four guys, becoming the most powerful one under Evelynn!
Not a delusion—because The Solitary could feel that Seraphine's spirit realm energy was very active. This meant Seraphine could perceive some things in the spirit realm.
Perhaps precisely because of this reason, this little girl was so despairing... Occupying Zaun all year round, the reason The Solitary lingered here was because the emotions here were intense, chaotic, and turbulent. It was the best hunting ground for demons.
If this little girl was also unable to resist because of pollution from the spirit realm, it also indirectly explained that this little girl possessed spirit realm talent one in a million—this was extremely rare.
After all, except for places like Ionia where the veil was weak due to ancient wars, the realm in other regions was very stable. Except for a very few lucky ones able to touch and feel in dreams—this was only feeling, not mastering. Even under such circumstances, the vast majority of people in Runeterra only knew the existence of the spirit realm after death...
This was a delicacy, must be treated well.
Thinking this, The Solitary extended her hand. Her originally pale and weak body gained some flesh color, and the dark purple scars produced by excessive intake of Shimmer on her body also faded a bit—demons were proficient in disguise. And The Solitary also knew very well how to disguise as a good Zaunite and a weak Zaunite.
Soon, the originally haggard The Solitary turned into a middle-aged woman who, although thin, looked okay in complexion, with some compassion between her brows.
Hiding under an abandoned shed in a trance, large drops of rain fell on her body. Seraphine wiped them somewhat helplessly, but the wind grew stronger, and the rain heavier. Even a child could feel Seraphine's hesitation, numbness, uneasiness, despair in her futile stereotypical behavior...
Just then, a middle-aged woman ran past in the rain curtain wearing a coat. A moment later, seemingly remembering something, the middle-aged woman came back, looking at Seraphine with surprise and saying: "Child, in such heavy rain, how are you? Sigh..."
Halfway through, the middle-aged woman seemed to realize something and sighed with compassion.
After this, the middle-aged woman took off the coat on her body and draped it over Seraphine. Feeling the woman's action, a look of hesitation and incomprehension appeared on Seraphine's face. To this, the middle-aged woman didn't speak, just looked at Seraphine with regret and encouraged:
"Don't worry, child... there are always good people in this world. Come, come, get up quickly, come home with me. If my daughter hadn't had an accident, she should be your age now... sigh, come with me, child, drink a bowl of warm soup to dispel the cold, otherwise your body will definitely be ruined by the rain like this."
Hearing The Solitary's words, Seraphine raised her head numbly, saying with a voice full of hesitation: "Auntie... eh, why am I so despairing?"
Hesitating in the previous sentence, but just speaking, Seraphine suddenly regained her spirit. Blinking somewhat puzzledly, looking at Auntie Solitary in front of her, she froze for a moment, then slapped her forehead and said: "Oh! I remember! It's you!"
"Ah? Me?" The Solitary was stunned. Looking at Seraphine who suddenly returned to normal, The Solitary froze slightly. Then feeling the cheerfulness and liveliness in Seraphine's spiritual level completely different from the previous moment, even if her reaction was slow now, The Solitary realized something was wrong.
A flash of solemnity passed through her eyes. Just as The Solitary prepared to strike first, regardless of anything, clawing this pink-haired woman to death first, suddenly, the originally pouring wind and rain stopped instantly.
As a life in the spirit realm, The Solitary could feel more things. Especially now, The Solitary could clearly feel that accompanied by the cessation of wind and rain, what replaced it in this air was undisguised ecstasy and malice.
"Hey hey hey! Here I come!"
Stepping on a blue light under his feet, accompanied by malice surging in his eyes, he raised his arm, and a water wave rose from his side to the sky. With a casual fling, the azure water wave turned into a thin sharp blade drawing an arc breaking through the air.
Sound hadn't arrived, but the surging malice within had been captured by The Solitary.
Experts know if there is one as soon as they make a move. In ordinary people's perception, it might just be a water blade, but The Solitary could clearly feel the compressed spirit realm energy within. Her expression changed instantly. Not caring about launching an attack on Seraphine, The Solitary's body turned into a blurred black shadow flashing backwards continuously.
Just the moment after her figure flashed, the thin water blade landed where she originally stood. Missing a hit, Faen didn't stop there. Instead, he spread his hands and flung them continuously. Then several thin water blades several meters long—or rather water curtains fell constantly from the sky.
The thin water curtains looked light and thin, but the moment they fell, they left thin and deep cuts on the road covered with bluestone and broken iron. But compared to these physical destructive powers, what made The Solitary's heart sink more was the spirit realm energy released by Faen in this process. Through the aura of these energies, The Solitary could feel parts of Faen's essence. But precisely because of this, The Solitary's heart became more and more uncertain.
Landing on the ground, Faen helped Seraphine up. Controlling flowing water to gently take away the dirt on the girl's body. Under the warm water flow, not just dirt, even Seraphine's messy and wrinkled clothes were smoothed out, as if meticulously ironed.
"Hard work, leave the rest here to me."
"Oh oh! Okay!"
Hearing this, Seraphine nodded hurriedly. A pair of sapphire-like eyes were full of curiosity—although the feeling of being deprived of joy wasn't good, when Faen returned the joy to her, Seraphine found that accompanied by realizing deeply what the feeling of losing joy was like, her understanding of joy also became more profound!