Chapter 98

Fynn POV

My chest burns as Corvina lets her hands hover over my chest, making a feeble purple light stream from her hands into my body. 

I grit my teeth, praying to the Goddess that it will be over swiftly as I clench the edge of the table with my hand. 

Corvina hums, murmuring spells in a foreign language as she cuts out parts of my soul that have been enlarged by the demonic entity in me. 

I should be used to it by now, but still, I can’t seem to find it easier with time. 

Quite the contrary, every time she shows up for another session, my heart squeezes tighter, my anxiety suffocates me harder and the cutting results in being increasingly more painful. 

I think this time it's even worse as my inner demon had a feast at