When Ming Li re-entered the cave, the vortex outside had already dissipated.
Inside the stone hut, things were in disarray. The frail Sea Witch was slumped against a shelf, looking exactly as he did whenever he was on the verge of starving to death. The liquid in the pot had almost boiled dry, and Azrael’s soul was weakened to the extreme. Ming Li kicked the cauldron over and hauled the pathetic Sea Witch to his feet.
The moment she felt his weight, eight tentacles wound tightly around her. The startled Sea Witch raised his eyes, silently embracing the person he had nearly lost, only to be pressed against the chest by a hand, his entire being overcome with dizziness from this inexplicable force.
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