Suddenly, that moment reappeared before her like a living scene... Eleanor stood at the edge of hell, watching those souls scream in pain and torment that they deserved.
When her turn came, she stood before the being before her.
“Why do I have to be like them? Haven’t I paid enough? Haven’t I been punished? I’ve already lost everything, haven’t I been tortured enough? Why do I have to suffer more?”
She screamed, her shattered soul piercing.
He didn’t even blink, instead calmly responding,
“You made more than one soul scream the screams you did, you trampled underfoot, you made many lose what they owned without even blinking. How dare you ask for mercy?”
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