Chapter 243: Heaven and Earth Are Unkind

**Thelma Zane’s POV** Dorothy shook the golden bell in her hand, and it released a melodic, crystal-clear chime that seemed to resonate with the very air around us. “This,” she explained urgently, “is one of Mullwica’s relics. Her diary mentions that it contains a fragment of a supreme demon’s soul. It has the power to repel other demons effectively. I’ll explain more later, but for now, we need to leave!” Without hesitation, we moved quickly, gathering the injured from the ground and heading toward the exit. As we fled, I noticed the golden threads that had previously hindered us were now gone. Clearly, this was some form of ancient witchcraft. Dorothy must have discovered a way to break it through Mullwica’s notes. Outside, the deformed wolves that had been standing guard in the snow were still wandering aimlessly, appearing dazed and uncoordinated. Perhaps the archpriest’s collapse had severed their connection to him, leaving them in this restless, directionless state. “