C688 Reappearing in the Light

"Your curse will become my strength." The heretic called Chisey said in a gloomy voice.

His voice was hoarse, as if he had done it on purpose. As he spoke, his body trembled slightly, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

A pair of dried hands stretched out from a thick purple robe. In front of him was a dark black ball that was filled with mana fluctuations