THUMP!
THUMP!
Kroening's eyes glazed over and his body stiffened. His heart pounded rapidly as an uncontrollable fear crept into his mind.
This fear shattered his reason almost instantaneously.
"Ah!"
He screamed uncontrollably and stumbled backward, a flicker of clarity passing through his chaotic thoughts.
Witchcraft!
Soul-shattering witchcraft!
Although he realized something was amiss, no matter how he tried to adjust his emotions or cast Secret Techniques, it was futile.
Fear!
Chaos!
Desperation!
Negative emotions completely submerged his reason.
Carl grabbed Kroening by the collar with one hand, his eyes emitting a dark glow as he stared at him and asked, "Why are you targeting me?"
"Why!"
His voice was deep and forceful, echoing in Kroening's ears, wave after wave assaulting his consciousness.
Fear Aura!
"Ugh..."
Kroening's body struggled wildly. His flesh and soul withered as if scorched by fierce flames.
His vitality was also rapidly weakening.
Hmm?
