Veronica was frantic with worry because she cared too much. Seeing that Wayne was unharmed—his torn clothing concealing an uninjured body—she quickly closed her eyes. It wasn’t because she had seen anything inappropriate, but because the succubus in her peripheral vision attracted her attention too much, constantly radiating a deadly allure.0

Wayne held the Forgotten One’s severed head and hurled it at the succubus. The instant the head left his hand, its hair extended and coiled around his wrist tightly.0

The hair was shaped from the Forgotten One’s chaotic thoughts, which transformed its physical body and made it resemble the inhabitants of the Astral Plane. Case in point: the legendary mage Marshall, the egg peddler.0

The Forgotten One’s long hair writhed like a living thing, wrapping around Wayne’s arms. Strands burrowed into his skin and sought to parasitize his flesh, causing his veins to bulge...0