The chain's light traces on his right hand began to dissipate, the illusion of fullness started to fade, and Lyle's body began to accept new magic powers, as well as new abilities.
He desperately wanted to test his new abilities, but the results on himself were as unsatisfying as chewing wax, the plague infection like larvae returning to their nest, those wild beasts were as comfortable in Lyle's body as a domesticated dog in its home.
Lyle looked around, the only living thing was Kayla, but who would use their own friend for experimentation, especially since Lyle had the intuition that if he tried, the outcome would be disastrous.
In fact, this plague could also be used on plants, but that result was not what Lyle wanted, who would bother attacking a plant, watching the white Sword Dance Mandala in full bloom under the sun, these flowers of the dead as white as the morning light.
