Chapter 304
Oliver sucked in a deep breath as the reality of this new ability sank deeper into his mind.
If he mastered it to a certain degree, he could even steal the victim's very identity—borrowing their face, their voice, even their mannerisms—for an hour or more. It wasn't just an illusion; it was the perfect disguise, the kind of weapon that could make a man's life collapse piece by piece without him ever knowing who to blame.
He could quite literally make the victim's world a living hell. Their food would rot at their touch, water would sour, skin would itch, even their own shadow would rebel against them. To an outsider, it would look like fate itself had turned hostile.
But…
The cost wasn't small.
If the debt wasn't repaid, the land itself would take from the caster's bloodline—miscarriages, madness, or a slow sickness that skipped through cousins and children like a curse without end.
