"Why are you doing this?" Vonn's weak voice rasped, the pain seeping deeper into him with every passing second.
Linn didn't respond at first. Instead, he smiled faintly, watching as Vonn grew weaker with each moment.
"Not that I want to boast," Linn finally said, his tone calm yet cold. "But I can tell you have a different kind of power—something not quite like magic in execution."
Vonn didn't reply. His body felt like it was deteriorating with every second. The agony surged as Linn continued pressing into his soul. It felt as though he were being torn apart from within. His soul fought back, sparks of light trying to block Linn's invasive presence, but Linn was relentless, skillfully maneuvering through the resistance.
"I was right," Linn said with a chilling laugh. "And to think you wouldn't even use this power for good. I know where you come from. You're a disciple of the Demonic Princess, Vienna."
