The cart shook because of the unpaved way as it traveled toward his village. But, as the pain disappeared from Regal's limbs, the same couldn't be said about his fear.
"My Lord, it won't attack us, right?" Regal asked the man standing opposite of him as he pointed at the shadow pulling the cart.
"Attack?" the man opened his eyes with confusion and looked at the shadow. "There's no way that it does. I'm its master."
"Master of shadows..." Regal muttered as his fear grew larger.
If this wounded man was a god, then Regal was sure he was an evil one. After all, who can create creatures out of shadows but those gods? However, Regal didn't even harbor the thought of disrespecting him, as he still had a family to feed.
"I'm sorry for using your cart," the man apologized as if he sensed his fear. "My current state doesn't allow me to travel on my own, and I never thought that I needed a cart to travel."
