C1322 CHAPTER1322 THE DARK BLUE FLAME

Sam Moreels let out a low grunt. With this thought in mind, he awkwardly clasped his hands in front of him, his body swaying slightly. A smile was evident on his face. But soon, Sam's expression shifted, becoming quite grim.

"No... This isn't right..." he muttered. "The energy's getting restless... It's not my own energy, after all. Absorbing it is proving difficult..