[Void Channel]
Pain.
That was all Lloyd felt, so to save his mind from completely breaking, his mind went blank.
Violet runes traveled from his back to the rest of his body, slowly covering his entire body with at least 1 rune per square inch of skin. His aura turned cold and bland, yet at the same time, there was something sinister about an aura being so bland.
As if it was dead, without a single heartbeat to commemorate the fact that he had reached a threshold far beyond his current grasp.
So when his aura spread throughout the dungeon, it resonated with the dungeon itself, as if it had become a part of him. An entity of void under his control.
Silence prevailed for what felt like a lifetime for anyone who could think or feel at that moment, and for the first time since entering the dungeon, Veronica felt danger.
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Her face was paler than normal.
Every one of her breaths was ragged and staggered.
