In the underground library of the Lycan Estate, an eerie silence permeated from every corner of the muted basement. The Chieftain and Hecate watched as the shackled preacher transformed into something else. Similar yet oddly different. It was as though he had lost his soul.
Leaving behind a husk of a body that was controlled by something or someone. Without a doubt, the sight was chilling for the eyes.
"Is this your ability, Damien?" The elder inquired while staring at the silent and obedient preacher. The cursing madman had vanished in mere moments, replaced by what seemed to be a docile puppy.
Hecate was also curious, as she hadn't seen her partner utilize such an ability during their time together. Obviously... Rarely did they need to interrogate a captured adversary. Most of the time, they were hunting leftovers in New Janus.
