Chapter 11: The Contract
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
Sollivan, who was crawling backward helplessly, stared at the shadowy humanoid figure. A faint black mist was emanating from the shadow’s fleshy body, forming a dark cloud around it that made its appearance even more mysterious. As Sollivan was drenched in sweat, his eyes met the cold, red eyes that were moving across the shadow’s body.
Those eyes were just glowing points like jewels, without any whites around them. But what was most terrifying was how they moved; they slid across the shadow’s black skin, shifting from its featureless face to its head, neck, and other parts of its body, giving it a comprehensive view of its surroundings.
Sollivan felt a sense of foreboding. His heart pounded violently, and he wanted to stand up and run, but he was unable to move. Time seemed to freeze before his eyes, and he saw the shadow slowly moving toward him.
Out of sheer fear, he involuntarily closed his eyes. At that moment, he felt an intense cold spreading rapidly through his body, starting from his hands. He forced himself to open his eyes and saw a layer of dark, sticky blackness covering his skin and clothes, forming an incomplete cocoon that was crawling to cover the rest of his body. His soul trembled with fear, and his body convulsed.
"Get away!"
To his surprise, he found that he could move his limbs relatively smoothly despite the black layer covering him. With all his might, he slowly moved his uninjured hand, as if underwater, and grabbed the black layer, trying to pull it away. But it was like sticky rubber, stretching intensely but not breaking, remaining firmly attached to his skin.
"Damn it!"
He cursed loudly and reduced the force of his pull. But at that moment, the black layer melted and flowed through his fingers like water, then reattached itself to his skin. His eyes widened, and he snorted air through his nose like an enraged bull, frantically pulling at the sticky substance and scratching it with his nails. But his struggle was futile, and all he managed to do was hurt himself. His blue blood flowed profusely, covering his body and the black cocoon over him, which emitted more black smoke.
Thump!
Suddenly, a dark feeling overwhelmed him, and the cocoon around his body expanded rapidly. He felt his blood leaving his body quickly, making his consciousness blur for a moment. But he didn’t give up and continued to pull at the black layer despite the intense resistance.