Chapter 21 Chapter Twenty One
- Manson
- I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on the suspect's lifeless body. One moment, he was confessing, and the next... this.
- I could sense dark magic lingering in the air—a tangible presence that made the hairs on my neck stand up. The burn mark on his arm, now rotting his flesh, confirmed my suspicion. Whoever we were chasing was more deadly than I had anticipated. I had underestimated them.