"Caught you!"
With that bizarre voice, Mo Fei's vision suddenly darkened, his sight filling with blood vessels, and even Deathwing in the mirror took on a blood-red sheen.
As if possessed, he stared at the image in the mirror. The dark golden pupils of Deathwing turned a fierce red, and numerous tendrils and flesh-like substances grew out from the black dragon's eyes, mouth, and the gaps in its scales. Those fleshly materials writhed, eroding its massive body, sprouting eyes all over it. The black dragon let out a silent roar as it stretched its wings, being bound and captured by those tentacles and the strange, sticky substances. Deathwing struggled fiercely, trying to tear away from those bizarre bindings...
Is that me? If the black dragon in the mirror is corrupted, then does that mean...
He looked down at his hands, which appeared clean and unchanged.
