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... umped in his chair, his chest heaving. The silence was heavy, broken only by his jagged breathing. The cold, ruthless mask he had worn moments ago had cracked, leaving behind a searing agony in his temples.
"What... what the hell was that, Crul? Why did I do that?" Ethan said.
[Those are the side effects of consuming the Black Flower of Resentment, Master. The flower is a concentrated mass of negative emotions—pain, hatred, and trauma. It amplifies your own darkest impulses. I di ...
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