"Are you alright?" Neveah asked with a small frown.
The petite woman looked up to Neveah and Neveah's eyes widened in alarm when she saw a thick misty darkness seeping into the whites of her eyes.
The dark mass swirled, as though it would spill right out of her eyes and Neveah could only stare in horror.
Neveah's gaze trailed down and from the woman's eyes down to the sides of her face, the veins were prominent and blackened in colour.
A faint stench hung in the air all along and Neveah finally identified the source.
'Dark magic...' Neveah thought to herself in concern and displeasure.
That shift in Neveah's emotions was more than enough crack for Demevirld to rise to the surface once again.
'Let me out and I will eradicate it from its roots... every last strand of dark magic, gone...' Demevirld vowed enticingly in Neveah's mind, like he would give her the world if only she just held his hand.
