Chapter 245: Mullwica’s Soul

**Thelma Zane’s POV** Countless tortured souls gathered around me, their ethereal forms coalescing into a storm of wrath and vengeance. They surged forward, relentless in their assault on Azazel. Azazel, however, didn’t seem the least bit concerned. His expression was one of amusement as he observed my rebellion with evident delight. “You’re quite lively,” he remarked, his voice dripping with mockery. “I was worried you’d lose your spark after this. A boring, broken dog wouldn’t be worth keeping around.” With a flick of his wrist, he dodged my attacks effortlessly, his movements so casual it was as if he were swatting away flies. Yet, his overconfidence didn’t matter because Azazel was not my true target. “Ah-!” As Azazel evaded me, the spectral force I commanded—New Flow—wrapped itself around the archpriest, Carlos. The river of souls consumed him with a terrifying efficiency, like a carnivorous plant devouring its prey. The archpriest didn’t even have time to scream be