Chapter 132: Leviathan's Bargain

Thelma Zane’s POV: Dorothy's eyes, which had been unfocused for so long, now stared with clarity. "You can see!" I exclaimed, struggling to process what this meant. Dorothy nodded, her expression grave. "Yes, but this isn’t a blessing. It’s a warning." "A warning? About what?" Instead of answering, she crouched down, muttering a spell as her hands hovered above Ryan’s unconscious body. The faint glow of sorcery enveloped his head, and her frown deepened. "He’s gone," she finally said, her voice a mix of disbelief and dread. "Gone? What do you mean, gone?" I asked, looking at Ryan’s still body. "Not physically. His soul," Dorothy clarified. "His soul has been ripped away. What’s lying here is just a shell." Her words sent a chill down my spine. My eyes shifted to the faint remains of the magic circle etched on the bathroom floor. The water I had poured earlier had distorted it, but the sinister aura still lingered. "Demons again," I muttered under my breat