The Thousand-Faced Wraith laughed and said: "A damn great opportunity. Me… and you… if we fuse, we can create a world inside mirrors. Lock everyone into the mirror, and we can build a perfect world."
Rover frowned: "Not interested, not doing it, not cooperating."
"Then…" The Thousand-Faced Wraith swung its hand, and four shards of broken mirror flew around him. From those four shards, blood-red tentacles stretched out, slowly reaching toward him.
Rover gritted his teeth. His body had almost turned into glass, unable to feel anything, unable to move, only able to watch as those tentacles crept toward him like bloodthirsty leeches.
His head throbbed. Blood ran from his nose and ears as his body felt unbearably heavy, like a massive boulder was crushing him down.
"Hahahaha…" The Thousand-Faced Wraith laughed loudly. "Your body can't even bear the power of this ability. You… you're too damn useless."
