In an instant, a strong sense of distortion and tearing swept over his entire body.
This feeling was far more intense than he imagined—as if every inch of skin was simultaneously pierced by countless fine needles, and every nerve was pulled to the limit.
Space folded, twisted, and reassembled in front of his eyes, and countless illusions and residual shadows appeared in his view.
In his daze, he seemed to see countless horrified faces wailing in the darkness, as if hearing the whispers and snickers of some ancient language.
"Concentrate!"
Ron forced himself to stay alert; the experience from the last simulation battle device immediately made him realize that the curse was taking effect.
Abyssal curse!
Unlike the simulated effect in the simulation battle device, the real curse was more complex and multi-layered.
He could feel his flesh creeping, as if countless tiny creatures were crawling under the skin.
