The moment the Enochian language rang from Enel's mouth, Victor's shoulder began to burn.
A searing pain shot through him as the tattoo representing the mark of the Lenny royal family seemed to come alive. The design glowed brightly, its intricate patterns writhing as if in agony.
Victor grimaced, biting down hard to keep from crying out. His hands clenched into fists as the burning sensation intensified. Then, just as suddenly as it had started, the tattoo dimmed and began to fade away.
In its place, something far more sinister emerged—a mark unlike anything anyone had ever seen. Three inverted sixes intertwined, their serpentine forms slithering against his skin as though they were alive. The numbers moved like wriggling snakes, shifting in mesmerizing patterns that made the air feel heavier, darker.
Gasps erupted around the room. The eerie sight froze everyone in their tracks.
