"Hey, buddy, can you hear me?" Tyrone said with a smile on his lips, even though he himself was bound to the torture chair like the miserable prisoner before him.
However, Hector barely responded to Tyrone's question.
He just trembled as his mana still surged wildly in silent prayer.
Tyrone clicked his tongue, raised an eyebrow, and shook his head slightly.
"As I thought…"
As more time passed by, Tyrone began to sense something coursing through him. He started shivering — not from fear, but thrill.
"Is that it? Your emotions… Y-Yeah… give me more and more." His expression slowly twisted into something perverse as a handful of negative, toxic emotions danced through his mind.
Three minutes passed — he still wore the same twisted expression.
Then seven minutes.
He hadn't changed at all.
But at thist very moment, his face suddenly contorted in a way even he hadn't expected.
"No! It's coming to me." His voice finally took on a tone of fear.
