Dammit!
Though Lumian had toyed with the idea of taking risks, he hadn't truly made up his mind. The sudden extinguishing of his white candle prompted him to swear under his breath, instinctively preparing to activate the black mark on his shoulder and teleport out of the catacombs.
At that moment, a bone-chilling cold tinged with slight pain surged through the palm of his right hand.
This snap of pain brought him to his senses, thankfully without any further unpleasant changes to his body.
Indeed… Lumian instantly calmed down, abandoning the idea of using his Spirit World Traversal ability.
His suspicions were confirmed!
He clenched his right hand discreetly, ensuring the prominently-marked Underworld Daoist seal wasn't visible to anything lurking in the darkness.