Soundless Thoughts

Darian hesitated, taking several cautious steps back.

His expression shifted, not out fear, but something bordering on unease.

Ivaim's gaze narrowed past Darian, locking onto a figure emerging from the shadows.

The man was stark naked, his body a living canvas of intricate tattoos, twisting and spiraling across every inch of his skin.

Faint glimmers of unnatural light shimmered across the markings, making them look almost alive.

Despite his lack of armor or clothing, he exuded an ominous presence.

'Is that the one who currently bears the curse?'

Ivaim thought.

His limited field of vision caught a strange transformation... the tattoos, one by one, were fading from the man's body, dissolving like ink in water before slithering toward his arm.

There, they pooled into a swirling mass of black liquid, forming a perfect, ominous circle.

Nathan, however, had no interest in making observations.