Chapter 373: Trials in the Western City-State

**Thelma Zane’s Point of View:** As I had anticipated, Sandora’s condition was dire. Though her spiritual world hadn’t been as severely corroded by the demonic shards as Frank’s had been, she was still in a precarious state that couldn’t be easily resolved. The remnants of the evil power lingered in her spiritual world like a dormant, invasive species. Its roots had entrenched themselves deeply in the expansive forest of her mind, draining it of life. The river that represented her mental state was nearly dry, and the towering trees surrounding it were bare, their withered branches stretching towards the sky in a desperate plea for vitality. Without resistance, I was able to consume the evil energy, removing its immediate threat. However, my attempt to repair Sandora’s spiritual world using the black-gold moth failed. The moth could only mend physical damage, leaving her mental and spiritual wounds untouched. When I conveyed the gravity of Sandora’s condition to Chena City’s mayor,