An eye pattern also appeared between Wei'en's brows, one formed from countless tiny, swirling black lightning bolts. It had eight crystalline black pupils, and black lightning-bolt markings radiated from around the eye to the edges.
The tentacles on his back suddenly swelled several times larger. The countless black pupils on them radiated extreme malice, all fixed on Clelia.
"You... Wei'en, are you okay?"
Cold sweat dripped down Clelia's face again. 'This aura is already on par with Menor's! How long has it even been?!'
"I'm fine."
In fact, if he hadn't advanced to an Official Mage and increased his strength, Wei'en would have long since had his mind destroyed by the calamitous malice, turning him into a true aberration—a monster that knew only slaughter.
He seemed to see that white-haired, black-eyed girl, her face filled with sorrow and pleading, crying out, "Brother, please, take me home. I've recovered..."
'Tina...'
