"Who are you?" Tytus asked in a trembling voice, staring at the strange, unfamiliar expression on his master's face.
Someone of lesser intellect could assume that his master used some kind of strange technique...
But Tytus could tell. Because through all the ages that he spent following the orders of his master, not a single time has Mukken called him a little one.
"I'm Bart," the old man smiled kindly, not bothered by Tytus's readiness to go all-in at any given moment. "I'm also Mukken," he said before winking at his follower. "The real Mukken. Not the soulless vehicle that you got to know for all those years past," the old man said, raising his hands and stretching his back.
"I will ask this only one last time," Tytus said, his voice trembling in fear. Yet, despite all the instincts of his body screaming out in panic, he stood his ground, ready to clash with the being.
