He's kind of glad that Strange explained that because while I didn't consider him a liar he would have doubted the man given the color, "Alright."

That general region was a host of all sorts of magic in many worlds from his understanding. While Tyki had traveled around the world searching for Innocence, namely when it made something go wrong or seem 'haunted', he had never seen a place other than England that was that concentrated.

He feels it enough that his facial features flash a hint of pain but he's battle worn throughout the years that it would take a lot more than a small cut to get a reaction out of him. It thrashes in his hands with the other tentacle reacting in the same manner in alarm and instead of the usual crimson blood that might sprout up from a would, the blood that pools out is black. It drips down onto the ground in thick splatters and for a moment, Tyki stares. "Well, that answers that."