“You all are nothing special. Your good days are numbered. The end is near. If you repent now, you might escape this catastrophe. If you persist, you will face a gruesome death, and your soul will be obliterated.”

As the impostor raged in frustration, the mysterious woman slowly removed her veil, revealing a face of breathtaking beauty. It was none other than Lesia. At that moment, she was no longer Frona’s Soremsia, but an individual entity.

The impostor’s eyes widened, momentarily transfixed