Lake White's Perspective
"You're doing great, buddy!" I shouted while maintaining my position on top of Shadow.
The wolf dodged the incoming obsidian balls that looked like black holes sucking everything around its layers. It was a good thing that it was weak compared to the actual matter seen above our space, where it can spell the world's destruction.
"Curse you, goblin!" The shade shouts like the cliche villain in a story. Yet every time I approach the ghastly figure, I am reminded by my own nightmares, eating my soul inside of me.
"Master, are you alright?" Shadow queried me a question while dodging the discharges by the phantom.
"Yeah. I'm okay, Shadow." I caressed his fur, telling him that there is no need to worry about me.
With a firm nod, Shadow pranced forward and allowed me to find an angle to hit the phantasm using my recurve.
