The piercing screams echoed one after another, as if the sinister voice was trying to rally every ounce of blood-red power to resist.
But no matter how desperately it struggled, in the end, it could only dissolve into nothingness.
The blood-red energy that had infiltrated Timothy's body was completely eradicated, and the seductive whispers that had been lingering in his ears gradually faded into silence.
Crack.
In the quiet room, the blood crystal that had been clinging to Timothy's palm lost its grip and fell to the ground.
As it hit the floor, the blood crystal, now drained of its power, shattered into a fine powder, scattering across the ground.
"Who would've thought this thing was so bizarre," Timothy muttered.
The golden light in his eyes slowly dimmed, and a faint trace of blood dissipated into the air.
His brow furrowed slightly, and a hint of seriousness crept into his expression.
