The collector's eyes widened in fear at Nix's glowing blue eyes. Stunned by such an action, he stared wide-eyed at Nix unable to speak.
He suddenly felt his chin crease under the touch of Nix. "Uwah!"
Nix shook his head to the reaction, he was expecting much more resistance to the clenching gesture he was making on his chin.
"As an undead, you should be able to withstand pain. What's that I hear?" Nix cupped the back of his ear, pretending he needed to hear his groans better.
The collector's body trembled at the words of Nix.
There was no way he was meant to know of their kind, how could he know they were undead? Most importantly, what was the gift he was currently using? It wasn't that of a fire ranker.
"Don't tell me you can't talk." He laughed, crushing his windpipe.
"Nnnghh!" A groan escaped from his lips. This was far too dangerous even for him to bear.
