HPDBC Chapter 265 A Demon's Whisper!
Chapter 265 A Demon's Whisper!
Chapter 265 A Demon's Whisper!
Chapter 265
Was she enraged by his flames?
"Human..." A deep, sinister voice rang in his ears, making the hairs on his neck stand on end. It wasn't just her words—it was the weight behind them, a vibration that reverberated through the air and seemed to dig into his very bones.
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a resonance that seemed to echo inside his skull—a grating, malevolent whisper that sent chills down his spine.
The voice was dark and menacing—a true demon's whisper.
A demon's whisper was a heritage inherited by demons of higher bloodline, depending on their affiliation with the seven sins, they could manifest a demon's whisper when their desires are highly amplified, be it from wrath, pride, lust, greed, envy or anything else.
The demon's whisper was a terrifying ability, when used, it could force the opponent to completely surrender to the demon's control and reveal even the darkest of their secrets.
Depending on the demon's bloodline, the demon whispers often had secret efftects too, as per their affiliation to the seven sins.
"Tell me, are you related to the Death Witch?"
As soon as she uttered those words, a wave of goosebumps surged over his skin. It was like a freezing wind had swept through the battlefield, chilling him to the core. It felt like ice water had been poured down his back. His heart skipped a beat, and his body instinctively tensed as if bracing for an attack.
His breathing faltered for the briefest of moments, his chest tightening as her words pierced through him.
He stared at her with wide, trembling pupils. The sensation was overwhelmingly eerie.
Somehow, she had linked him to Ophelia. He couldn't understand how—especially since he had never mentioned her, nor did his current appearance resemble hers. But none of that mattered now.
He knew he had to respond carefully and remain calm. One wrong word, and it could all be over. The manic gleam in her eyes wasn't just threatening—it was unstable. It reminded him of a fragile glass on the edge of a table, a single push away from shattering completely. She teetered on the edge of danger, and he couldn't afford to push her over.
The crazed obsession in her gaze told him all he needed to know—she had some deep fixation on his mother defeating her uncle in the past.
A bead of sweat trailed down the side of his face, but he made no move to wipe it away. His throat felt dry, but he forced his lips to move. Thanks to the blood of the Mystic Purge Clan, he managed to appear composed and unflustered on the surface, even as his insides churned with anxiety.
Had it not been for the abyss energy protecting him internally from anything harmful, the moment she released the whisper, his mind would have been corrupted.
She felt impatient, wondering just how long the human could hold out before he ran out of energy.
Was this his final layer of defense? A futile struggle?
"Just how lon—" She began to question, but stopped abruptly, her eyes narrowing as the intensity of the flames suddenly surged.
The fire roared to life, its black tendrils coiling tighter around Oliver like a cocoon before flaring outward in violent bursts.
At the center of the flames, Oliver bent backward, his eyes fixed on the sky above, shining with a mysterious glint.
His movements were slow and deliberate, his head tilting back as though he could see something far beyond the present moment.
His lips curled slightly, and he shouted, "The stars are especially bright tonight, don't you think?"
Sera paused, her gaze instinctively shifting to the sky. Her brow furrowed as her eyes scanned the dense clouds overhead. There were no stars, only a murky void. Stars?
She looked back at him. It was as if he could pierce through the layers of clouds and see beyond.
The smirk on his face sent a flicker of irritation through her—was he mocking her? Or was he truly seeing something she couldn't?
Her eyes narrowed as the pitch-black flames grew denser and more dangerous with each passing second.
Was he finally ready to reveal his trump card?
Anticipation coiled tightly in her chest, a strange mix of excitement and unease.
Sera's eyes gleamed with anticipation. She did not fear the flames erupting around her.
Her body trembled with excitement as dark espera flooded from her form, repelling any flames that dared to approach.
She stared intently at the boy.
Show me, human!
Show me, what are you hiding!
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