Daraka approached Rudi's father and mother with an expression that was difficult to decipher. His face was impassive, almost like carved stone, yet his eyes carried a weight that pierced down to the very marrow of their bones—cold, oppressive, and suffocating. That gaze alone was enough to confuse Darius and his wife, leaving them shaken with an unease they could not put into words.
Fortunately,
"Unfortunately, I am a shaman whose expertise lies solely in curses, not in the art of healing, much less in the purification of souls," Daraka finally replied in a chilling tone. His voice was low and heavy, resonating through the air as though it carried with it a haze of dark mist that instantly thickened the atmosphere in the room, plunging it into a stifling silence.
