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The Witch's Rage
Tears rolled down Helen’s eyes. The more she wipes it, the more tears drop. She sprang up to her feet in rage. Letting out a scream, she charged toward Asmodeus’ demons that were just regaining consciousness and obliterated them one after another. When Meliae wanted her to stop, she pushed her away and chased after the demons who were trying to get away. “What happened here?” Jasmine glanced at Meliae. She was still on her knees with Max’s ashes on her. Her life hasn’t been worst than it is right now with Max dead. “We came looking for you and get surrounded by demons. He didn’t want to leave without finding you…” “No one should have the white crystal,” Jasmine mumbled as a loud cry left her lips. “No… one…” Meliae bends beside Jasmine and gently pulled her into her arms. “It’s not ov
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