Chapter 8: Curse Suppression
Loud, hurried footsteps echoed in Mikel's ears. Behind him came the noise of concrete breaking, like a wrecking ball smashing everything in its path, accompanied by a piercing shriek. But nothing beat the music playing in his head.
With every step, the rising crescendo of the organ rang louder.
Phantom of the Opera, huh?
If he survived this, he would strangle Doom with a damn violin string. He didn't know how, but he would.
BOOGSH!
Skidding to a halt in the middle of the hallway, Mikel instinctively raised his arms to shield himself.
Something massive smashed through the wall, meters ahead. Dust and debris quickly scattered in the air like polluted mist.
Slowly, Mikel peeked through one eye, trying to make out the monstrous silhouette inside the thick cloud of smoke.
[Threat Detected: Nightbound — Weaver of Grief]
[Cursed Type: Curse of Grief]
[Strength: Its hair is now a thread of fate. Getting struck by it will drain your energy, lifespan, and devour your soul, eventually making you part of it.]