Zaval's eyes went wider, he tried moving but was unable to, his face contorted with what could only be described as fear, as he looked at Kurt, approaching him like the Ishir wasn't more threatening than an ant.
"Now... Why. Do. You. Call. Me. Virus?" Kurt asked.
He moved his hands like he was conducting an orchestra, and in each of his movements, he could feel the shadows as if they were part of him.
Zaval gagged and contorted, his muscles bulging as he tried to break free of that unexpected and powerful spell.
But he wasn't able to do a thing to free himself from that.
Kurt focused more and more, almost seeing the shadow running through Zaval's insides.
He moved and moved them, taking them closer and closer to the Ishir's brain.
However...
Beep!
[THE PLAYER'S POWER IS NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO PERFORM THAT KIND OF FEAT]
"Shut up." Kurt told the system, still forcing his fingers around.
