Alex looked up in doubt, touching the invisible flame on his forehead, trying to establish a connection.
The usual murderous aura was gone, replaced by death energy and evil energy surging like fierce waves.
With just a slight touch of his consciousness, Alex was injured by the piercing, eerie coldness. His finger immediately turned black as if necrotic, the evil energy invading his flesh, causing a sensation that was both intensely painful and unbearably itchy.
Spirit Gary hurriedly flew down from the roof, whining anxiously. His eight tiny legs clung tightly to Alex's finger, blowing on it and rubbing it, trying to use his meager spiritual power to dispel the evil energy eroding his master's flesh.
"It's okay, Gary, I can handle it," Alex comforted him, but his eyes were filled with unconcealable worry.
