Once, it might have radiated brilliant light.
But now, it was hopelessly corrupted—a grotesque mass of darkness twisted by fear, anger, and desperation.
"No…!"
Gwang-hwi's soul, trapped in Michael's grip, desperately struggled. The pain of being torn apart was unbearable, and the corrupted soul let out a horrifying scream.
Michael furrowed his brow. Tremendous waves of magical energy radiated from his fingertips as the twisted, tainted soul squirmed like a captured beast. Sparks flashed violently, and the residual darkness sliced across Michael's arms and shoulders, causing faint smoke to rise from his skin.
"Don't bother resisting!"
Michael scoffed and tightened his grasp. Gwang-hwi's soul was akin to a dark abyss, seething with black, icy desires. At its deepest core lay the essence of his existence.
