Soul

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Connor was still in a state of daze when Tristan charged with a blade. Just when his blade was about to stab him, Tristan's hand froze in mid air. He wasn't able to move his hand or his muscles. To his right was the witch Beth grinning wickedly at Tristan. Then came the prophetess Amranda. It took a long time for Ivy to realize that these three were working together all this time. Since Amranda was a prophetess, she was well aware that Ivy would come here and try to poison Connor. So she had already given him the antidote for the poison. That's why Connor didn't die despite drinking the wine. "I told you before girl," Amranda grinned at Ivy who had pushed Connor to bed, and got down to the floor. "I told you that your Demonic powers will yield no good to you. Give it back to us—" "No,"

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