From the ashes of that weak girl, a ruthless survivor named Nevare had crawled out. She chose to be the monster who controlled her own fate rather than the prey that wept for help.
And now, seeing her own brother mutate into that same demonic form... Nevare knew exactly. Whatever tragedy had befell Bon and Jon in the past to turn them into mindless monsters, the root of all that depravity was intimately linked to the round pill Artur had just swallowed.
"Where did you get that pill?!" Nevare hissed. Her eyes flashed, radiating a killing intent so sharp the surrounding air seemed to freeze.
But Artur, who had already lost half of his consciousness, could no longer hear her. The mana around him was being sucked into his body with brutal force. The youth was now like a bottomless black hole that had suddenly appeared at the floor of the ocean; energy rushed into him, and nothing could stem the tide.
