The study door slid open soundlessly.
The massive, icy puppet evil spirit shrank and twisted its enormous body in an unimaginable manner, flowing silently into the study like liquid black mercury.
It finally gathered again within Wu Heng's shadow, becoming his shadow. Yet it remained perfectly still, merely following him step by step without mirroring Wu Heng's movements.
Because mirroring his movements was itself a form of blasphemy.
The ghostly blue flames dancing in the fireplace reflected across the room and the figure seated behind the desk.
Hannah's spirit instinctively drifted farther away, avoiding that suffocating, icy pressure.
Wu Heng leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. His consciousness sank into his body.
Deep within the core of Fear Hell, the two traits—Satan's "Arrogance," bound by countless chains, and the Goat-Man Devil's "Hypocrisy"—were undergoing strange changes.
Having lost their connection to their original story worlds, they were no longer so difficult to handle.
Threads of pure hunting intent from Vidal's twisted divinity, along with the purified puppet evil spirit power belonging to the Morik Family bloodline, were being forcibly extracted by the chains of fear and poured into the two restless traits.
Although this power was not particularly impressive, it was an entirely new catalyst.
It was like MSG in food. Though used only in small amounts and not strictly essential, it could still alter the flavor to a certain extent.
Wu Heng was using these two traits to cook a "delicacy."
With this world as the furnace, evil spirits as firewood, and fear as the forge, the path to cooking and fusing this delicacy already lay beneath his feet.
Wu Heng's lips curved slightly beneath the ghostly blue firelight.
The puppeteer's first "work" was complete. And the enormous stage known as Supernatural was waiting for him to