Birth Of An Evil Technique?
"Besides…"
Davis continued, taking his hand away from Vereina as he abruptly stared at her.
Three pitch-black heads appeared in the air again, inducing a deathly air. They revolved around Vereina's head, appearing to scream at her as their mouths were wide open, although there was no sound, much less a voice.
"…!"
Vereina felt a tug in her soul, her heart skipping a beat. Her body suddenly grew feverish, her limbs going limp as though she was floating even though she was seated cross-legged. Her vision turned blurry, the presence of Davis vanishing from her vision, replaced with a hazy smile that appeared wickedly evil.
*Gasp!~*
She suddenly came out of the state of weakness she had abruptly experienced, looking at Davis with shock and fear in her eyes.
"You… what did you-"
"Sorry. I couldn't help myself."