Chapter 1865 Reuniting with Dalton

The malevolent spirits of the River of Forgetfulness had never been closer to death. Immortal and indestructible by nature, they now only longed for an end. Behind Wynter, a storm of resentment energy twisted and howled, yet the black mist dared not cloud her sight. Malice seeped from her every step, so savage that even the demons cowered beneath her. No malevolent spirit would risk guessing when her lifeblood would run dry. They couldn't fathom how she had clawed her way back to life under the Curses of Thousand Ghosts, even after her spirit had shattered and her Arcane mind destroyed. It was unthinkable. How unyielding must her mind be to break free from the curse? A malevolent spirit writhed in Wynter's grip. Its face twisted into a grimace as it spat out words of venom. "You know better than anyone how complicated humans are. They can be more terrifying than ghosts! Aren't you disheartened after everything that's happened? Surely, you are! Stop lying to yourself!" With a sic