For the past month, Gavin Graves has been locked in a battle of wits with his own right hand.
The various experiments weren't simply to feed them, but to find their weaknesses.
Slashing with a knife was impossible; they were strands of black mist, and all physical attacks were meaningless.
Dousing with water— the water would pass through them, yet they obviously repelled it. If prey fell into the water, they would stop pursuing it. But naturally, when starving, this rule would be broken.
Burning with fire—this was more interesting. They actually enjoyed the fire, weaving in and out of the flames, sending up sparks that burned multiple holes in Gavin's sleeves.
On the surface, the head of the Graves Family appeared as composed and calm as ever, going about daily business, working on projects, and keeping everything orderly.
In reality, Gavin felt his life had been entirely upended.
Absurd and unrestrained.
At a loss for words...
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