In an instant, the roles of host and guest were reversed.
The curse, which had been arrogantly untouchable just moments ago, was rendered speechless.
It could sense that powerful yet strange force.
It was something It had coveted for a long time.
But clearly...
Confusion swirled through Its thoughts.
Clearly, it had been uncontrollable, evil, powerful, and terrifying dark energy—so how had it changed so completely in an instant?!
"What are you looking for?" Coleman rose to his feet and met the Lord of Curses' gaze.
As he spoke, he extended a hand. A crimson flame burned above his palm. "Are you looking for this little bug?"
A closer look revealed a deeper shade of red swimming within the flickering fire.
The Lord of Curses frowned tightly. Controlling Its body to retreat, It asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"
This was definitely not a human.
Everyone living on this continent was pitifully weak.
They could barely even enter the fringes of the Dark Continent.
Some could not even resist the erosion of darkness because their own aura was insufficient.
How could they possibly withstand a curse formation born from the depths of the Dark Continent?
That was part of the abyss murals!
When It had emerged from the abyss, It had only caught a fleeting glimpse of them, yet had firmly memorized a portion and spent an enormous amount of energy engraving it into the prison's core.
Yet even the tiniest fraction of the mural's curse script had given It, who should have been trapped here forever, a sliver of hope.
And whatever nourished creatures of the Dark Continent would forever be a form of corrosion and confinement to creatures not of the Dark Continent.
How could such mysterious and ancient curse script, with its fatal suppression over