"Wait! Look at Veylin… Something is happening to him!"
Bruce's sudden shout shattered the tense silence, his voice sharp with alarm.
Every genius snapped their attention toward Veylin—and what they saw made their blood run cold.
Crown Prince Aelric, Amelia, Revenna, Jack, Arthur—all of them stared in horror, their battle-hardened instincts screaming at them to stay away.
Max was no exception. His entire attention on Veylin as he suddenly felt a very creepy aura from him.
Veylin's body twitched violently, his hands clenched into unnatural angles, as if his very being was rejecting something inside him.
His breath turned shallow, his skin paled, but what sent a chill down everyone's spine was his eyes—
They were empty. Hollow. As if his soul had already been consumed.
And yet, from that void within him, an aura more twisted than anything before began to rise.
Max's expression darkened.