The Princess Wants to Live (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 141

Like Cryer before him, Tyson too had returned from death, branded by it.

Where Cryer had touched the hand of a god directly, Tyson differed in that he had borrowed Greta’s hand.

Thus, when Greta was utterly erased from the world, Tyson reverted to the state he had been in before meeting her.

Tyson closed his eyes. One who had possessed nothing from the very beginning departed with nothing to the very end.

In the end, those who had willingly chosen to serve and worship the ancient god left behind not even a single grain of anything in this world.

When the sound of a person’s worth of ash falling to the earth ceased, only a suffocating silence remained.

It was an eerie stillness that pressed heavily upon the body.

Is this… truly the end?

Olivia, still glaring at the altar—which continued to pulse with a dark crimson hue yet no longer pulled at her—barely managed to exhale once more.

“Olivia.”

At the same instant a hushed whisper, barely audible, brushed against her ear, an overwhelming stench of blood flooded her senses, so potent it numbed her nose.

Mixed within it was Cryer’s familiar scent; Olivia’s lips parted in recognition as he pressed his blood against the mark still lingering on her neck.

“Cry…er?”

The moment she barely uttered his name, her throat tight and choked, the altar trembled violently.

“Cryer!”

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