Chapter 162: The Demonic Mark

Linda’s Perspective Regret was a luxury I could no longer afford. The moment I assumed the identity of ‘Linda,’ my life had become a game of survival, where I was nothing more than a pawn for the Lord’s grander schemes. My mission was clear: see it through to the end, regardless of the cost—even if it meant my demise. The pine forest loomed ahead, its dense canopy a foreboding shadow that swallowed the surrounding landscape. With each step closer, the mark on my chest grew unbearably hot. The sensation was as if it sought to sear through my flesh, corrode my very bones, and expose the emptiness within me. It was as though this cursed mark wished to uncover the hollow depths of my heart and decide its fate. Thelma’s Perspective The forest before us wasn’t just any forest—it radiated an unsettling aura that sent shivers down my spine. To the untrained eye, it might appear as a simple grove of pine trees. But for those who knew what to look for, the signs were unmistakable: