There was a hexagram on the palm of Alex’s right hand.
He stared at the symbol blankly.
It was pale against his skin like it was painted with a single stroke. Nonetheless, Alex knew that the mark had been deeply imprinted on his skin. The only way to get rid of it was to carve it out with a knife.
Why is there a hexagram on my hand? I didn't have one before…
Alex gasped as the memory of c***k in the sky came to him. Yellow light had shot from the sky and it enveloped him in the shape of a hexagram.
Did that hexagram leave a mark? Alex guessed, horrified by the possibility.
The entire incident was unbelievable. A dark c***k appeared in the sky, a hurricane materialized out of nowhere, and beam of light shot straight towards him. He had no idea what had happened. Nothing made sense.
