Capítulo 83: Memories

I kept looking around, suspiciously. That man was far stronger than anything I've ever experienced. And I could even dare say, when he grabbed my hand, I felt more threatened than when I gazed upon the Primordial Dragon Serpent. Perhaps I'm wrong, or perhaps the snake was just too far to cause me immediate worry, but the man in black. He frightened me to no end. It was the same as seeing oneself under the guillotine, with no hope to ever survive. But then he had released my hand and offered me this strange item.

I took a look at the quill and noticed that it had some ink within it, I tried to soak the feather within the quill, but the liquid was so damn heavy I almost broke my wrist trying to move the ink.

"What the hell?" I muttered I could clearly move the liquid inside the quill as if it was normal ink, but the moment the feather touches the ink it becomes viscous and hella heavy.