Arabella Donovan's stunned expression seemed to please the thing lurking in the shadows. A blast of cold wind blew toward her, so cold she couldn't help but shiver, which abruptly calmed her.
Having already lured her into its own territory, this so-called Providence's Consciousness would naturally not let Arabella Donovan be comfortable for long.
After the cold wind passed, Arabella Donovan felt herself floating up again, then plunged headfirst into a large cauldron of boiling oil.
Just like before, the cauldron of scalding oil couldn't harm her in the slightest. Instead, it allowed Arabella Donovan to see clearly what was protecting her.
It was a transparent sphere enveloping her. From the inside, it looked like a giant, transparent bubble.
A faint golden light emanated from the bubble's edge—a golden light Arabella Donovan recognized. It was… Merit!
