Caleb's hands were trembling slightly, cold sweat slid down his forehead, and the sticky moisture had already penetrated his palms.

He tightly clenched the Snake Eye Scroll in his hand, and the bone-chilling chill spread from the back of his neck, as if a pair of cold hands were gradually pulling him into the endless abyss.

He turned his head stiffly, his eyes moving as if they were being nailed to death, and slowly landed in a dark corner.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and his breath was stuck in his throat, unable to make any sound.

In the darkness, a pair of cold golden eyes stared at him silently.

That gaze was cold and sharp, like a hunting snake in the wilderness staring at its prey, full of ruthlessness.

Those eyes were like golden flames, shining with deep light in the ghost room, without a trace of warmth, but taking in every detail of his movements.

Caleb's eyes were captured by that golden gaze. He could hardly look away, and the fear in his heart was infinitely amplified.

He remembered the rumored description of the Lord of the Abyss in Hell's Kitchen: He had a pair of golden eyes as dazzling as the sun...

"Abyss...Abyss...Maharaja..."

From the corner of his eye, he saw a gray robe vaguely appearing next to the eyes, and the outline of the black robe was looming in the darkness, which was shrouded in an ominous mist.

Next to the gray figure, an equally solemn figure in black robes stood. The deep shadow obscured his face, but there was a faint hint of familiar coldness - it was the old craftsman Satis.

The old craftsman held up the silver wand, with a slightly charming smile on his lips under the black robe, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.

Finally, I had the opportunity to use the Deathly Hallows and practice the three spells engraved on the wand by the Dark Lord.

Purple wizard Caleb Wigner, you are the first person to try the "Ouroboros Curse", you should feel honored!

Caleb's turn took only an instant, but this moment seemed to be stretched infinitely, and time seemed to be frozen in that strange silver light.

The old craftsman raised his wand, and the silver light twisted and danced on the top of the wand, like a sharp and ruthless cold blade, carrying a fatal threat.

What followed was a low and cold spell.

"The Curse of Ouroboros - Soul-Gripping Grip!"

This whisper is like a curse gushing from the depths of hell, with a chill that penetrates the soul, making people almost suffocated.

The silver light surged instantly, like a twisted and torn electric current, and rushed straight towards Caleb, leaving him with no room to react.

In an instant, the magic power was like sharp chains, tightly wrapping around his limbs and even seeping into his flesh, as if thousands of ant poisons were crawling along his blood vessels and penetrating every inch of his nerves.

Scorching heat and coldness alternated, like countless thorns piercing his body, seeming to tear him to pieces.

"Ah-ahhhhh!!"

Caleb's screams pierced the air, like the wail of a wild animal at the last moment, carrying deep and helpless fear.

His body convulsed violently, his limbs were twisted shapelessly, and he even curled up on the ground like an insect. He held his head with both hands, his nails dug into his skin, and blood flowed down his cheeks.

He felt that all his nerves were being crushed repeatedly, and all his muscles were stiff and twitching due to unbearable pain.

My throat felt like it was burning...

But he still couldn't help but let out sharp screams, which continued to overflow and were beyond his control. Even though the burning sensation became stronger and stronger, he still couldn't stop it like drinking poison to quench his thirst.

Ding~

The mirror on the ground used to contact Damian slipped and hit the cold ground, making a crisp sound.

On the other side of the mirror, Damian felt the hairs on his back stand on end. He instinctively felt a huge ominous aura, and cold sweat quietly broke out on his palms.

Puff puff puff puff~

A blurry square color block appeared on the mirror, and the picture was distorted as if it had been bitten. He couldn't see what was happening on the other side, but he could hear Caleb's scream that penetrated his bones. The scream was high-pitched and broken, as if he was conveying a message.

Unbearable pain and despair.

Damian's eyes suddenly became deep and gloomy. He tried to calm down, but the sharp howl made him clenched his hands unconsciously and turned pale.

"Please... forgive me... Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Your Majesty Abraham..."

The purple-robed wizard's fingertips had been bruised by the cold stone surface. His hands crawled weakly on the ground, as if hoping to get closer to the figure standing in the shadow, like a desperate drowning man trying to grab a floating thread.

Wood.

The pain hit his brain like a tide, and every nerve was trembling painfully. The wailing sound from his throat was like crying in this dark space, which seemed extremely miserable.

"Those people...those operators...I didn't kill them...it was just an accident..."

His lips trembled, and he used his last strength to squeeze out pleading words from his throat:

"I...I am willing to do anything...Please, let me live...I am willing to give everything...my soul, my magic power...everything I have..."

He raised his head and looked at the young man with blond hair and golden eyes full of pleading and fear.

The other party stared at him coldly, with no trace of pity in his eyes, as if the pleading figure was just a sad toy that meant nothing to him.

The purple-robed wizard didn't even dare to look directly at the deep coldness in his eyes, as if he were looking at the abyss itself.

"Yeah, you're willing to do anything?"

The blond young man tilted his head slightly, with an almost warm smile on his lips, and his tone was almost gentle.

The purple-robed wizard nodded crazily, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he seized the opportunity to survive:

"Yes! Anything is fine!"

Xia Xiu lowered his eyes, rubbed his chin, and murmured to himself thoughtfully:

"Purple robe, red robe...there are already two of them."

He smiled softly and raised his head, with the warm smile still on his face, "I still need a silver robe."

Unnatural nervousness suddenly appeared on the purple-robed wizard's face. He was secretly speculating on the other party's next question. However, Xia Xiu's words came as he expected:

"Tell me, where is the silver-robed wizard who conspired with you?"

"Tell me his location, maybe... I can consider your request."

Xia Xiu's words were slightly elongated, wrapping around the purple-robed wizard like an invisible chain, gradually tightening, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"I...I..."

The purple-robed wizard opened his mouth and tried to answer, but a deeper fear quietly rose in the depths of his soul.

The Forced Secret Keeper's Curse, that terrible chain-like magic, has already deeply bound his soul and secrets together.

He no longer even remembered the specific content of the spell, but he knew that as long as he tried to reveal it, fear and pain would immediately sweep over him and swallow up his soul.

He tries to remember the secret.

Dong Dong Dong————

Then, his heart felt like it was being pierced fiercely by sharp thorns, and the suffocating pressure continued to rise from the depths of his soul, causing his body to almost collapse to the ground.

His throat seemed to be pinched by invisible hands, it was cold, heavy, and it was difficult to breathe.

That unquestionable power was like a shackle, completely locking his will.

In his mind, the confinement of the compulsory Keeper's Curse was like an iron chain, ruthlessly entangled in his thoughts, so that whenever he tried to tell a secret related to the spell, he would immediately suffer a violent backlash from the depths of his soul.

The Enforced Secret Keeper's Curse - He was no stranger to this terrible spell (curse).

Different from the normal Secret Keeper's Curse, the Enforced Secret Keeper's Curse is more like a curse - because it does not allow the Secret Keeper to reveal the secret himself, eliminating the possibility of betrayal.

A normal Secret Keeper's Charm can lock the secret deeply into a person's soul and cannot be peeked or obtained by any force unless the Secret Keeper personally reveals the secret.

The forced secret keeper's curse is to impose a curse on the secret keeper based on the spell. If the secret keeper tries to reveal the secret, the curse will be completely triggered.

Therefore, even the most powerful magic and the coldest interrogation cannot shake it. Because of this, this spell is considered an absolute test of loyalty.

But now, he is being tortured almost crazy by this loyalty, longing to break free but unable to do anything.

He swallowed hard, sweat dripping down his pale cheeks and onto the ground.

His lips trembled slightly, vaguely revealing a painful struggle:

"I...I can't..."

There was chaos in his mind, and the spell was like a huge stone, oppressing him. Even if he tried to speak, the words were frozen and unable to come out.

He couldn't defeat this spell, just like he couldn't escape an invisible hand grabbing his throat, feeling extremely helpless in the suffocation.

"Why, are you silent?" Xia Xiu's tone revealed a hint of playfulness, "Is it because you don't want to say it, or... you can't say it?"

The purple-robed wizard's eyes gradually blurred due to fear. He lowered his head, his throat so choked that he couldn't make any sound. The oppression of the secrecy spell had crushed his will. He trembled and whispered:

"Please, forgive me...I...I really...can't tell..."

"Then you are teasing me?" Lord Abyss asked.

"No... Your Majesty Abraham, I absolutely do not!!"

The purple-robed wizard was extremely frightened. His fingers gripped the cold ground deeply, and the fear in his heart swept over him like a flood.

He tried to name his companion, or even tentatively mentioned his companion's identity, but every time the thought came to him, the magical restraint deep in his soul responded to him with more cruel pain, as if to warn him not to violate the contract.

His dirty secret was tightly covered up, and as the keeper of the secret, he was well aware of the threat this spell posed to himself - trying to betray, telling the secret was a sentence to the soul.

In the painful suffocation and silence, the purple-robed wizard's consciousness gradually collapsed, and cold sweat slid down his forehead drop by drop.

He wanted to seek help and survive, but was suppressed by the fear in his heart and the power of the forbidden curse and had no way to retreat.
To be continued...