Accident (2)

Henn’s presence was increasingly becoming a problem to Angele. He now barely had any time to concoct potions, further study ancient bloodlines, or even enter the Nightmare Realm.

He walked to the library with the crystal scorpion in his pouch. Angele was wondering if there was another way of communicating with Henn. He took out the black box he acquired back in White Mist Town and opened it carefully.

Inside the box was the black smoke.

‘Green, you little bastard…’

*PA*

Angele closed the box.

Henn’s voice disappeared.

He opened the box again.

‘Green, are you looking for trouble?!’ Henn’s hoarse voice echoed in his ears again. ‘I already told you this thing will weaken your soul.’

‘I know it is harmful to you, but it helps me a lot,’ Angele replied in a nonchalant manner. He had already noticed that what Henn was capable of doing to him was limited. ‘This is much better as well. I need my own privacy and it is impossible to throw this box away anyway. What do you think?’