章節 391: || Chapter 382 || Farewell, My Friends

A dark mark that looked insignificant and trivial to the eye. However, it brought a distinct caution to Moulin. It was like meeting the hostile gaze of a prowling beast and bracing for its agonizing bite as it opened its jaws before his eyes. 

"What is wrong?" Hadrian perceived his faltered movements. Brows wrinkling together. 

Moulin didn't answer. He stared at the man's neck as though he could burn through his skin. Unease sank inside his gut. Heart, beating fast. It's black. Enshrouded by darkness.

Soon enough, he was unaware of his fluctuating mana. In the next second, he found himself seeing a vision. The whole world is layered in red as if he was blindfolded tight by a long strip of crimson satin. Tightness clenched his chest. He could not breathe, trembling in desperation. Anger, vicious and murderous, surged in his veins. Blood-boiling fury burned his soul. He screamed in his mind. It was too much to bear.