Dermat clutched his head, staggering and stepping on empty air as he tumbled down the stairs. Andy took a step back, then forced himself to remain still, gripping the handrail tightly, his nails turning white.
Dermat, now crumpled on the ground, contorted his face in agony, his complexion turning crimson. His eyes tightly shut, his neck veins bulging.
With his bare hands, he tore apart the dark mist enveloping his brain, only to be ensnared once again. After several struggles, the chaotic mist dissipated, revealing a slender figure, with familiar features.
"Miss White?" Andy exclaimed incredulously.
He watched as the mist transformed into a human form. Margaret's long hair was disheveled, her face paler than paper, kneeling beside Dermat. Her right hand made a grabbing motion through the air.
The Death Curse!
The frenzy of dark elements formed a dense web in the air, attempting to seize the man's soul.
