Chapter 122. Blood Moon

Around me, the image seemed to flicker with gray tones, devoid of color or life. The environment unfolded like a labyrinth, where shadow creatures took on the forms of familiar beings, whispering my deepest fears. Some emanated anger, while others sought to degrade me even further.

As part of this ominous scenario, I witnessed one of the creatures, assuming the form of the elder Conan, take Harvey's life with a possessive smile. I shuddered, feeling the painful tightness in my heart.

“Don't let them sense your fear, or they will hunt you,” Isadora said beside me.

“Where should we go?” I asked her.

“Here is sufficient; we don't need to delve deeper into the darkness tonight. These creatures in front of you are the weakest, lost souls that will succumb. Manipulate them!” Isadora ordered it imperatively.

“Manipulate?” I widened my eyes, confused.

“Yes, guide the performance of these creatures to something you would like them to represent. But re