Capítulo 82: Demonic Immortal (pt.3)

'I, I don't get it.'

Xian stuttered looking at his shaking, bloody hands. How come he signed the contract without even inquiring about any details or showing any sort of resistance? 

His head was spinning, forcing him to fall to his knees and clutching his head. Xian's pained groan made Zefe sigh, she looked at him with a hint of pity. 

She tapped Alastor's arm and gestured to Xian who was almost collapsing on the ground. With an arched eyebrow, Alastor mouthed a question. 

'What do you want to do?'

Zefe pointed to his coat and then pointed to Xian again, only then did Alastor realize it. 

Earlier, Xian was wearing a cloak made of mana. Now that his mana was depleted and he was in a sorry condition, the cloak was disappearing. 

He looked truly pitiful now. 

"Ah. I  see."