"Brother?"
This word reverberated in Pope Arzhel's mind severally, and his expression slowly twisted into something dark and demonic as he looked at Tessa.
No.
She was no longer Tessa, but Anna.
If Corey were here, he would instantly recognize his younger sister despite the changes that could be seen on her face.
She no longer had the face of a girl in her teens. Instead, she had the face of a woman in her early twenties.
Not only had her face changed, her entire aura and being had changed from that of Tessa. It was like Tessa had vanished completely.
Anna's expression was one of struggle, shock, disbelief, and sadness as she stared at the black glowing orb in Pope Arzhel's hand, before shifting her gaze in the direction Corey had left.
Tears fell from her face, and then a small smile appeared on her lips... Although with visible difficulty.
"So... You're alive... And you're even a lot stronger than before... I'm glad.... I'm so glad."
