Max nodded.
It made sense.
This place was soaked in death.
The kind that scared even monsters.
For now—he was safe.
His eyes glinted, sharp and resolute.
The Sinful Bone Frame still pulsed faintly inside his spatial dimension.
That small crimson bead…
Wasn't dead yet.
Technically, he hadn't killed it. Not fully.
He'd crushed its soul in the world of his Soul Palace.
But its main body—the glass bead—was still intact.
Still resisting.
And only by destroying that…
Would he gain the Infernal Demon Tattoo.
A token of death.
A seal of power.
A key to controlling Infernal Energy.
He exhaled. Slow. Focused.
"Blob," Max said in his mind, "I'm about to open the Gate of Life and absorb the Sinful Bone Frame."
"If you want a share of its soul force, come out now."
The reply came instantly.
No hesitation.
Swoosh.
A small blob of glowing white slime oozed out of Max's chest.
It landed on the cracked earth with a squish.
Bounced once.
Then looked up at him—
