His brows drew together in a frown.
"Rank 4 Cursed Spirit. Blackout Priest," Valen said.
Musashi turned his gaze to Tomoe, his disciple, lying unconscious on the bed.
His jaw tightened slightly.
He wanted to dismiss Valen's words as lies.
The idea of his disciple being possessed was difficult to accept.
Yet the situation gnawed at him.
The sudden appearance of Valen's group here could be explained if they had been dragged into a domain formed by a Cursed Spirit inhabiting Tomoe's body.
"Rune Sage could have brought you here, and your story about a Cursed Spirit may well be a fabrication," Musashi said calmly.
As soon as his eyes flicked back toward me, my body reacted again.
I trembled violently.
It was instinctive.
There was nothing I could do to stop it.
Fear clawed at my heart and mind, relentless and suffocating.
Around us, the other Exorcists had already collapsed.
Some had fainted outright.
Others lay unmoving, overwhelmed by the pressure.
