Any normal person could see that there was something seriously wrong with Lord of Suodan. His body had already started to decay, with his bloated muscles turning into pus and maggots, and his internal organs had ceased to beat. But a grand yet sinister vitality was churning incessantly within this corpse that had lost all signs of life. This breath of life was even surreptitiously influencing those around him.
"Be careful!"
The shell at Matthew's waist vibrated rapidly, "Look at your arm."
Arm? Matthew looked down subconsciously to see the muscles in his lower left arm twitching uncontrollably. Soon after, something with wings, resembling a hawk, crawled out and flew away.
"UGH..." His stomach churned; he bent over and vomited. The filth he spat out was full of maggots. Everything before his eyes started to blur.
"The will of the Evil God is influencing your consciousness and flesh. Don't forget the Bloodline Magic I taught you."
