Cody's soul was unstable. His eyes, surging with resentment, slowly regained their previous dullness with Dalton's touch.
Under the enveloping purple aura, there seemed to be a blessing from above, at least from Wynter's perspective.
However, Cody's stabilization wasn't just due to Dalton's heavenly luck. The most crucial reason was his intimidating identity.
Any spirit in front of him could only bow and submit.
Puzzled, Cody looked up. Tm already dead. Everyone else is dead, too. Richard was stabbed in the back while protecting me"@@novelbin@@