[A/N: Another Bonus Chapter For Hitting Our First Golden Ticket Goal! Continue to support the book, guys!]
A dark, purplish-black wisp of curse energy floated in the air, twisting and writhing as if it had a mind of its own.
It lingered above the decaying remains of the curse, drifting like a ghostly tendril, refusing to disperse.
Creed held his breath, staring at the ominous strand with wide eyes.
'Okay, okay, just fade away... Go find someone else to ruin their day... I'm not even that delicious! I'm all skin and bones!'
The wisp continued to swirl lazily. A second passed. Then another.
Creed felt a flicker of hope. Maybe—just maybe—it wouldn't mark anyone. Maybe it would just float there and vanish like morning mist.
Then it moved.
No, shot forward!
"OH FU—"
Before he could even react, the curse strand streaked through the air at an insane speed, slamming straight into his forehead like a bullet.
