Love Unbreakable

Nicole, frantic, turned to the others and yelled, “Where’s that miracle pill? Quick, get it! Can’t you see she’s dying?”

The chief alone possessed the pill, rumored to have miraculous properties.

It couldn’t resurrect the dead, but it could extend a life hanging by a thread.

Given Emerie’s condition, the pill could potentially extend her life for several more hours, enough time for a possible rescue.

However, when Emerie gestured with that intense look in her eyes, the chief realized she could not allow Emerie to survive.

It was clear to her that Emerie had uncovered her secret, and therefore, Emerie had to be silenced.

Facing Emerie’s condemning stare, the chief announced, “The holy witch has succumbed to injuries inflicted by an evil spirit’s weapon.

Take her away immediately for treatment.

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Four witches stepped up, seizing Emerie from Nicole’s grasp, and hurried her off.

Nicole, uncertain of their true intentions, felt an urge to follow but found herself blocked by the chief’s firm command.

“Demoness, do you truly believe you can flee?” the chief taunted.

The chief then instructed the other witches, “Escort this demoness forward.

I will call upon the Holy Spirit to cleanse this corrupted soul and expose the lurking evil!”

The witches began to drag Nicole toward the platform.noveldrama

Nicole resisted, shouting at the witches, “Can’t you see what’s happening? Check on Emerie! Don’t listen to your chief.

She’s deceiving you!”

However, her pleas fell on deaf ears, as the witches, steeped in unwavering loyalty, ignored her cries.

Nicole was forcefully positioned at the rear of the lotus altar, restrained with her back to Roscoe.

The chief wasted no time, lifting her torch in a bid to eliminate Nicole without delay.

However, she made a spectacle of it, hoisting the torch and declaring proudly, “Expel the evil spirit, and accumulate great virtue!”

Down beneath, the witches mimicked the chief loudly, like puppets with no thoughts of their own.

The chief was pleased.

This was her desired outcome with devoted followers who would help perpetuate the witch clan.

Originally, the chief had placed her hopes on Emerie to assume her responsibilities eventually.

Yet, it was now evident that Emerie’s faith wasn’t deep enough.

Luckily, Emerie wouldn’t make it with her serious injuries.

Emerie had effectively killed herself.

This was a relief to the chief.

After all, it spared her from having to intervene.

Just as the chief was about to lower the torch onto the lotus platform, a sudden “whoosh” broke the silence.

An arrow sliced through the air.

It hit the chief’s shoulder, and blood began to stain her robe.

The assembled witches gasped, their expressions filled with shock as the chief staggered, her complexion ashen.

Before anyone could grasp what was happening, another arrow hit the chief’s knee.

“Ah!” the chief screamed in pain, collapsing to the ground.

The frightened witches looked around frantically for the attacker.

Soon, they spotted a senior man in gray perched on a tree branch, his homemade bow trained on the chief.

His voice, though aged, carried powerfully as he yelled, “Old witch, give me back my son’s life!”