A frigid cold assaulted Comilian aa he divided into the cold mist without his desire.
As he tried to get up from the floor, the cold delayed his body as if he his body was lagging around a 100 frames behind his mind and his body's ordinary functionality.
Comilian's brows tightened, 'Its not that you need to rely on me, it's that you have no other choice. You said it yourself, you can't take me over. You can only do it when I use Berserker in that hour, can you really do something to reincarnate yourself during that time? No! You need my help and I need your's!'
'DON'T COMPARE ME WITH YOURSELF! I AM BERSERKER! I CAN DO AN__'
