And Julian finally knew what had caused this, and this realization was even scarier than he had originally thought.
The fact that he could not absorb the real Death energy… meant only one thing.
The energy corrupting him from within—wasn't his.
It was someone else's.
Someone else's version of Death.
A cold shiver crept down his spine, followed by a wave of unease that even he couldn't brush off. His eyes opened slowly in the dimly lit study, glowing faintly with golden hue.
Someone else in this world… is capable of using Death energy.
That alone would have been enough to cause panic. But it was even worse.
He's not just using it…
He's more proficient than I am...
Julian leaned forward in his chair, his mind racing violently. The death energy that infiltrated inside him, had silently slipped in, without showing any hint of its presence. Like the way a master carves a path through flesh without drawing blood.
