Before the thread could fully complete its bond, Moon felt something snap.
It was nothing like the pushback he usually recieved when mentally powerful targets resisted his skill.
It was a different experience alltogether.
The thread cut in half from an external source, cleanly, as if a third party had reached in and severed the connection at its midpoint.
Moon paused.
'What the hell was that?'
The sensation was completely unfamiliar. In his experience of using Curse across dozens of beasts and several humans, he had never experienced anything like it.
Failed attempts felt like the target pushing back, using their strong soul power to stop him from taking over.
External interference wasn't something he had ever encountered.
There was no one else in the chamber.
Suspicious and curious, he cast Curse again despite the high mana cost of a repeat cast so soon after the first.
The thread reached out. Made contact before snapping again.
The same identical sensation.
