Gytha nodded, her eyes flickering with red light accompanied by a series of clear, melodious chimes. Despite the light in her eyes, her body remained perfectly still, showing no signs of disturbance. Two faint black lights drifted toward Daemon Ancestor Forgotten Shore.

The Daemon Ancestor reached out and captured Gytha's soul, bringing it to his nose for a gentle sniff before claiming it. From this moment on, Gytha’s fate was entirely in his hands; she could neither live nor die as she wished.

Gytha had already accepted her fate. Knowing she had fallen into a trap, preserving her life became her priority. She had prepared herself from the beginning to submit to the daemons, believing that dying now was better than enduring her current situation—losing out in the race for position of faction leader after being defeated by the holy apprentice of Heavenly Order. Sent here as punishment, she had long since recognized the treacherous nature of faction disputes. Among the apprentices and