Trissy pinched the bridge of her nose hard. The roar, filled with despair and pain, that had nearly covered half of West Borough had almost made her lose control on the spot. Even so, her hair had visibly thickened by two grades, and gray light had begun to flow from her eyes. However, the uncontrollable spiritual fluctuations soon faded with her shallow meditation, replaced by intense lingering fear.
"What was that just now?" Still shaken, Trissy turned to look at Sno, only to discover in horror that Sno, who had been so calm and composed moments ago, was now sprawled on the ground, his entire body convulsing violently.
Blue-black veins bulged beneath his skin, as though vicious, bizarre curses were spreading across his body.
His skin turned blue-black, and his entire body seemed to have become an iron-cast statue.
Hearing Trissy's voice, Sno barely managed to recover a shred of reason. He pushed himself up and shouted at her:
"Quick, think of something happy! Quick!"
"Happy? You suddenly say that, how am I supposed to..."
"If you can't think of anything happy, something embarrassing will do! Or how you play with your maid! Anything is fine, as long as it isn't painful! Otherwise, I'll pin you to the ground right now and vent this fire!" Sno gritted his teeth and forced out those few words. This made the blue-black veins on his body, which seemed ready to burst through his skin and turn into writhing tentacles at any moment, look even more horrifying.
"I-I understand!" Trissy was clearly startled by Sno's words. She could not spare the effort to question how he knew about what she did with her maid, and immediately began desperately conjuring all sorts of emotions—
She had no doubt that the man before her was capable