"If you really think I will spare your life because of your background," Kent sneered, his voice cutting through the silence, "then you're the most foolish man alive. All the luxury, the power, the endless years of dominance… and now you're going to die like a third-rate villain, begging for mercy. I almost pity you." Kent's laugh echoed through the mountains, dark and final.
Philip's mouth opened in a soundless scream, his eyes bulging as Kent's grip tightened.
But just as Philip's life hung by a thread, something strange began to happen. His skin darkened, and an eerie shadow twisted through his veins, turning his flesh a sickly black. His body contorted, transforming in wicked ways as an ancient spirit stirred from within him.
"Philip?" Kent's brow furrowed, sensing a sinister shift in the air. Then a realisation dawned on him, cold and chilling. The forbidden goddess spirit began possessing the body of Phillip.
