Edgar’s face was immediately drained of all color. Swiftly, he tried pulling his hand away but discovered it was stuck, like a piece of metal to a magnet. Even the spirit inside Edgar started to panic.
"Retreat now! This is the divine martial art!" Edgar heard the old raspy voice in his mind urge.
Of course, Edgar wanted to leave too, but he couldn’t move his hand away.
In the distance, Zion was still smiling smugly, thinking Edgar was absorbing Jared’s power when the opposite was happening.
Edgar was sweating profusely, seemingly at a loss for what to do.
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