Jack and Seth found an area more secluded, suitable for the interrogation that was about to commence.
The body of the cult member was flung to the ground, rolling through the cracked, dry soil of the earth.
And before he could even catch his bearings, a shadow was already over him, a hand landing upon his chest.
Immediately the cult member's pupils constricted and quivered as he felt tendrils of foreign essence crawl through his pores and into his veins from the hand.
His muscles clenched, his eyelids widened. He tried to escape, only to find himself unable to muster strength.
His windpipe let out a sharp hiss of air and gurgles from streaming blood, from a failed attempt at a scream. His eyes were drenched with terror as he stared at the cold purple orbs looming over him.
Each second he found himself staring into those amethyst depths, he could see the shadow of his enemy grow larger…
'A monster!' That was the only thought he could muster.
