A swirling black aura suddenly enveloped Luca the moment he uttered the words of agreement.
His entire body was consumed by the fog of darkness, and all of it seemed to be rising from Lord Mors—like a billowing smoke that only rose in intensity the longer time passed. There was no fighting the power, or escaping it.
Luca could only embrace it.
He inhaled the smoke… let it permeate his entire body as it seeped into his very Soul.
After a few seconds, the black mist lifted, leaving Luca dumbfounded as he looked at his Lord, and everyone else with a surprising sense of clarity. There was something new and different about him—something he could not explain.
He felt something grasp at his insides—like a chain that bound his Soul—but his body had never felt better.
"Lord Mors…" Luca bowed his head, noticing as the final remnants of darkness that clung to his body dissipated from his body. "I thank y—"
"Lift your hand."
