Tang Qi could see wisps of grey and black Magic Power, like mist, pouring out from that beautiful figure, then coiling around his soul, dragging him into that terrible world.
It was a realm filled with foreboding, void of light or bright colors, all was dim and grim, with vortexes swirling, warping this realm into something even more sinister, akin to the most terrifying nightmare.
Once trapped within, one would never be able to escape.
The only way out was to submit.
"Submit to me, and you shall become the Child of Misfortune, and you shall possess the power of Misfortune."
In Tang Qi's mind, a dream-like voice echoed.
A strong impulse, like poisonous vines, climbed up, wrapping around Tang Qi's mind, making him want to bow down, to kneel, offer eternal loyalty, and kiss the toes of the beautiful lady in front of him, becoming her most humble servant.
In fact, Tang Qi's body was already bending under the suppression of the grey and black Magic Power.
