But...
Such unwillingness...
"I don't want to die..."
In the dim room, Professor Cao murmured softly, hands propped on his knees, sitting as if he were a towering pillar.
"Lin An, my student, you must find a way out of this. Otherwise..."
"I... I..." His eyes were full of struggle, self-loathing for his meanness, yearning for life, and a tangle of sorrow and ambition.
"I will emerge from the antlers and take possession of your body, to continue the journey in your stead!"
Boom~
Countless clouds of dark gray smoke emanated from his body, taking on the shape of flames, within which a deer head, as if made of bronze or ink jade, wailed mournfully.
It no longer bore that impartial and peaceful demeanor, nor that noble appearance, nor that... purity.
Those crystal-clear, gem-like red eyes slowly turned blood-red.
"Witch-ghoul armorization?"
Professor Cao murmured softly, "Father, do you know? I really have found a way out, but it's not the kind of way out you imagined."
