In that delicate hesitation, the Holy Disc quietly completed its most adept curse magic—"First Circle: Death's Gaze".
"Soron, old friend, do you remember that project we researched together?"
The Holy Disc's voice suddenly turned incomparably gentle, as if recounting a beautiful memory:
"About the study of human limits... the critical point between pain and pleasure... You said back then it was too dangerous, but now, I think you should experience it firsthand..."
As these words were uttered, an invisible curse energy subtly spread, coiling around Soron's spirit barrier like a venomous snake.
This curse is not a simple confrontation of forces but a precise "lock" designed specifically for Soron's spiritual structure, like a key targeting the keyhole.
He only felt a whirl of dizziness, his "multilayer twisted shield" was abruptly halted halfway in its construction.
Spiritual power seemed to be entangled by some invisible sticky mucus, unable to flow freely.
