Reeva stood at the eye of the storm, his body trembling under the invisible yet crushing pressure of mystic force swirling around him. Even though he couldn't see it, the raw energy was palpable, tearing at him, threatening to break his concentration as he worked to absorb the cursed picture.
The dark, claw-like hands that extruded from the picture shifted their attention, swiping at Reeva, intent on stopping him. Whether the object was divine or profane didn't matter—it was foreign, repulsive even, to his mystic body. The absorption process was unnatural, and without the help of [Experiment], it would've been impossible. But Reeva pressed on, his legs shaking under the strain as he felt Lola pouring more of his white mystic force toward him.
