But in the next moment, pure white spiritual light sparkled from Anvis's Spirit Sea, standing firm against the subsequent soul shock like a reef amidst the waves.
At the same time, a delicate pale white crystal Shield enveloped his body, isolating the eerie purple moonlight and transforming shadows from the outside.
"What power is this?"
Sensing the anomaly within himself, Anvis removed his gloves and touched a shallow wound that had emerged on the back of his right hand.
There was no pain from the wound, but a strange itchiness, as if something restlessly squirming beneath it, wanting to burst forth.
However, Anvis knew this was only an illusion; the real cause of this phenomenon was the Alien Power lingering in the wound.
This Dreamland Forest was haunted by an extremely potent Curse, where every tree and moonbeam served as a carrier of the Curse.
For now, Anvis could withstand the intensity of the Curse, but as time went on, its strength continually grew.
