"Forget it. This is too much trouble."
The young man suddenly muttered to himself. His already pitch-black eyes instantly grew even darker.
It was as if a galaxy had begun to spin within them, forming a dark vortex that could almost pull a person's soul inside.
Uncle Scar's gaze was involuntarily captured by those eyes.
The respectful look on his face quickly faded, and his already murky eyes became hollow and dazed.
However, just as Uncle Scar's mind was about to be completely overwhelmed, the galaxy in the young man's eyes vanished without warning.
His pupils returned to their previous deep calm, as if the strange phenomenon had been nothing but an illusion.
The young man frowned slightly, murmuring in a voice only he could hear:
'Something's wrong... I can't do this.'
He seemed to be talking to himself, a rare hint of hesitation in his voice.
'Doing this... is very dangerous.'
