The Young Lord’s Awakening

Even as Vera listened, he struggled to follow the conversation.

It wasn't just because he didn't understand.

It was because he was grappling with the sheer absurdity of the Demonic Cult's sorcery—how it completely defied common sense.

They had dismembered a man, sealed his limbs in different locations…

And yet, each severed part retained a shared consciousness, capable of reviving itself by using a host?

Frankly speaking, it was beyond imagination.

Who could have possibly foreseen that such a thing was even possible?

"Vera, are you alright?"

Aiden had noticed the growing pallor on Vera's face.

Vera barely managed to nod, lowering his head.

From across the room, Great Master Thorne gazed at him silently before speaking in a low voice.

"…Are you troubled?"

"…Yes."

"What troubles you?"

"The very thought of what they must have done to develop such a technique… it's horrifying."