To Be a Power in the shadows part 2

chapter 111

The air surrounding Shadow has changed.

Violet magic rages around him.

"Unreal......"

"What an unbelievable amount of magic......"

Kotsu, kotsu.

With his jet-black boots ringing out crisply with every step, Shadow nonchalantly approaches the Queen of Blood.

But there is no way the Queen of Blood would allow such impudence.

A dreadful number of tentacles encircle Shadow in a split second, then assault him simultaneously.

With only his sword, Shadow deflects those tentacles.

Then, kotsu.

He nonchalantly takes another step.

"Wha——?!"

"How can he just——?!"

How incredible that one step is, everyone present understands full well.

Then, one more step.

Kotsu.

Shadow nonchalantly steps further in.

This time, he does not even use his sword. The tentacles, in their unbelievable numbers, seem to be evading him of their own accord.

As if they are merely here to show a magic trick, the tentacles swing wide.

Shadow fully perceives the movement of every last strand of tentacle.

Then he evades using the minimal amount of movement, closing the distance one step at a time.

It is almost as if —— nay, he is declaring that the tentacles are not even worth his attention.

Even when a Queen of Blood appears behind him, he casually dodges as if he had already seen it coming, his gait not showing even a hint of delay.

He does not counterattack.

Because he understands the futility of doing so.

That is why he only walks on, ignoring everything.

The only thing in his eyes is the main body of the Queen of Blood.

Kotsu, kotsu, kotsu.

The sound of his boots sound frighteningly loud.

Then Shadow stops.

At the same time, the tentacles also stop.

The distance between the two is now within arm's length.

The beautiful Queen of Blood and the jet-black Shadow stare at each other for a while.

Behind the Queen of Blood is the deep crimson Red Moon. All around Shadow is his violet magic.

The entire place is seized by silence, as if the intense fight just now was but a lie.

Within the silence, the two seem to be conversing.

"You wish for release in death......"

Like a reverberation from the depths of the earth, his voice rumbles out.

"Very well......"

Then an incredible amount of magic begins gathering towards his jet-black sword.

The violet magic draws a spiral as it converges.

The Queen of Blood extend her claws.

Why is it so? Why do those claws that used to instill such fear now look so frail and unreliable......