"We need to be fast, I'm not a professional Spirit Medium, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for much longer."
Henrik walked briskly towards the car.
"That Hannam is not a true Transcendent. He can't use Voodoo Skill through his own power. To perform the ritual, he needs to use his own blood as a catalyst, which establishes a mysterious connection between him and the voodoo doll."
"And that's exactly why I can find him."
"I must concentrate fully to maintain this connection; the driving is up to you!"
"Okay, no problem!"
Roger replied.
The swamp was pitch-black with no streetlights, and the roads were complicated. It was nearly impossible to speed through them in the darkness.
After a brief hesitation, Roger quietly took out a small bottle and, while Henrik wasn't looking, tossed it back.
Night Cat.
A few seconds later, Roger slowly opened his eyes, which flickered with an imperceptible stream of light. His pitch-black pupils contracted, looking quite eerie.
