With each step, the shadow figure got closer and closer, leaving frost on the ground behind it. The three Berserk Titans stood on either side of it like obedient guard dogs, their eyes glowing with an unnatural purple light under the red.
It kept getting colder until Greg could see his breath in the air, which was impossible because it had been a warm afternoon just a few minutes before. "Fuck... why did the problem just branch like this...?" he said while controlling his breath.
Elias held his sword tighter, and his knuckles turned white with stress. Even though Greg saw fear flash across his face, the cocky reincarnator was already pushing it down and putting on his usual condescending mask.
"Is a shadow puppet playing god?" Elias said, his voice loud and mocking, even though he was shaking. "How unique."
"Let me guess... you're an evil being that has been sleeping for a long time and is now awake because of the mana disruption?"
