Chapter 436: The Demogorgon
When John reached the sixth floor, something felt off.
A wave of unease washed over him.
It was just like that night... only worse.
Far worse.
The unrest in his heart surged even stronger than before, gnawing at his control. He instinctively knew it had something to do with the oppressive heat—the fire blazing from the floors above. The higher he climbed, the hotter it became... and the more irritable he felt.
Recalling Mark's demeanor and words before he entered the tower, John began to piece it together.
Mark was testing him.
He wanted to know whether John was a sorcerer. And he was using the Cinnabar Tower's fire to find out.
But how?
It must be linked to the way he was feeling now. The instability. The rage. The disorientation.
John clenched his fists.