'What is this? …How? How is it that he can wield my flames of decay?' I thought in sheer, cold panic as I watched the man close the palm that wielded flames of decay, causing the flames to vanish.
A look of predatory delight suddenly flashed through his face as he continued walking calmly towards me.
At this point, my knees buckled and I suddenly collapsed on both knees under the intense growing pressure of his aura.
'I'm going to die…'
That thought solidified as the man finally reached me. His tall figure cast a terrifying shadow as he loomed over me. When I lifted my gaze, my eyes met his cold, dark gaze.
He tilted his head in curiosity, a subtle frown replacing his amusement. "Strange…"
He paused for a brief moment before adding. "Now that the power masking you is gone, I should be able to read you like an open script. Yet unlike every other being in this realm, all I see is… Information Not Found. Just who… or what are you?"
I couldn't speak.
