"Your life now belongs not only to yourself but also to me."
Lynn let out a slight sigh of relief, "Then what should I do?"
Miss Witch did not answer immediately.
She slowly raised her wrist, and with a familiar spatial fluctuation, a cone-shaped spike emitting a faint black light gently floated in the palm of her hand.
The cone-shaped spike was about the size of a palm, with a handle atop it.
Although it looked like a weapon, it gave off an impression of an evil energy that caused dizziness and disorientation.
"This Sealed Object is called the Fallen Hour," Miss Witch tossed the cone-shaped spike into Lynn's arms. "Its sole function is to inscribe an indelible mark upon others."
"Those who are marked will be spiritually corrupted unknowingly, turning them into puppets of the controller."
Feeling the cold and evil touch of the Fallen Hour, Lynn had a vague sense of foreboding.
She couldn't possibly be thinking...
