Beneath the baptism of crimson moonlight, Sno stood leisurely at the center of the moonbeams. At his side stood a noble Angel holding a book, bathed in soft, sacred pale-golden light.
Just then, a figure suddenly flashed through Sno's eyes. Immediately afterward, Zatwin's corpse-pale body abruptly sprang out of him.
Zatwin was not in good condition. Countless flesh buds seemed to be writhing across his face, and the malicious eyes in his deeply sunken, mummy-like sockets had turned blackish red.
It was as if countless earthworms were squirming beneath his skin. Those twisted, distorted blood vessels looked ready to pierce through his flesh and burst from his body at any moment.
At the same time, however, Sno suddenly realized that the moonlight's position had changed.
The Scarlet Lunar Corona was gone!
"Damn!" Sno's expression shifted slightly. He saw an eerie smile appear on Zatwin's twisted face as his body transformed once more into a puppet resembling Sno himself. This time, though, the connection on the level of the soul was far stronger than before.
Streams of electricity exploded across Zatwin's body. Sno felt as though his entire body had been plunged into lightning; numbness and stabbing pain raced through his nerves. As the puppet became battered and tattered, wisps of green smoke began rising from Sno's body as well.
Yet Zatwin did not seize this opening to continue his attack. Instead, he kept discharging electricity into himself.
He intended to use that intense pain to stabilize his mental state.
That rhythmic, distorted voice echoed endlessly in his ears. Even though he had escaped that cursed body which seemed to imprison countless consciousnesses, he could still hear what felt like thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of mouths chanting the meaningless syllables of "Suka Bulie" at once.
Moderate pain could