Shifter Deathbound Curse
The pain intensified.
Morat grabbed Siron’s ankle just above the black grip. His touch burned with a different cold, a commanding, ancient cold, full of authority. Thick black smoke emanated from his hand, fighting the oily fluid.
"Ah...!" Siron shrieked, feeling the battle of two dark forces on his own skin.
The black liquid screamed, a high-pitched, deafening sound, before finally loosening and falling to the floor like dead oil. The fluid swiftly moved away, shrinking back beneath the door and disappearing into a floor crack.
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