"Jeffrey Theorita." The True Word Demon Sylvanus spat out the first name.
At the moment this name left his lips, the entire venue fell into utter silence.
Jeffrey stared at Sylvanus in shock and disbelief: "True Word Demon, you've said the wrong—"
Before he could finish, his eyes suddenly froze. Both eyeballs bulged out instantly, the surface of his pupils laced with blood threads, crawling like red worms.
At the same moment, he involuntarily reached out with both hands to clutch his own neck, as though something was crawling on it, and he desperately tried to scrape it off.
His neck visibly swelled and his veins bulged, pulsating under the skin like blood was flowing backward in streams.
Thud!
Jeffrey fell to his knees, both hands gripping his neck. He could no longer breathe, and his vision began to blur.
In the span of a few brief seconds, his face showed a mix of shock, unwillingness, terror, and helplessness, as he looked toward Sylvanus.
