"The Twin-Life poison," The frail, slightly hunched white-haired elder spoke in a grave voice.
Twin-Life poison?
Twin... life?
Sinclair's narrowed eyes suddenly sharpened, a terrifying chill rising from their depths.
"This particular poison is rather unique," the old man continued hesitantly under Sinclair's piercing gaze, choosing his words carefully.
"Once planted, the victim becomes bound to the caster—sharing life and death, heart and fate."
He paused briefly.
"To put it simply, if the caster so desires, they can directly control whether the victim lives or dies."
Sharing life and death.
Sharing heart and fate. With every word the elder uttered, the darkness in Sinclair's eyes deepened.
An oppressive, suffocating aura of fury radiated from his entire being.
His life and death were actually in someone else's hands?
How could Michael dare?!
How dare he?!
