Black Sun Savior and Black Sun's Shadow

Watching the changes in Evan and the growth of his Spirit Vision dealt yet another blow to Byron's already feeble Spirituality.

A strange cry escaped Byron's lips against his will. Stray red hairs appeared amid his formerly jet-black hair.

Even his face began to mutate.

The left side swelled visibly, and strange eyes emerged across it.

His Spirituality, weak but still relatively pure before, now resembled a pool of filthy water.

But Evan's attention was not on Byron's condition.

His heart raced. The eyes that usually looked so innocent and clear filled with cold, violent fury.

Those eyes, as if they wanted to tear the world apart, fixed on Byron.

He had never imagined the old bastard could see straight through to his most closely guarded trump card.

The reversal of magic potion side effects!

Damn it. Is this guy too smart for his own good?

Evan cursed inwardly.

Clutched in the palm of Black Sun's Wings, Byron was dazed by the growth of his Spirit Vision and was gradually losing control of his Spirituality.

His swollen left cheek had even left his left eye moving on its own, beyond his control.

But his remaining right eye still caught Evan's sudden, cold and violent stare.

Seeing Evan's expression react to what he had said, Byron's terror was instantly overwhelmed by excitement.

It was a researcher's hunger for truth, the kind that made him willing to give up everything when faced with a profound mystery.

Byron cried out in a trembling voice, thrilled beyond restraint.

"I was right! You can turn side effects into benefits!"

"You've grown strong so quickly, yet you have no obvious weaknesses!"

"That means you've used your unique Talent to keep taking magic potions and rapidly shore up every weakness you had!"

"Judging by the side effects