Wain prepared to fight Mimic. The monster looked strong and formidable, but before Wain wanted to attack, someone's voice sounded.
Wain looked around, but he realized that the speaker was Mimic only a few seconds later.
"Can you talk?" Wain said uncertainly. He didn't understand what was going on. It was all too strange.
Mimic said slowly, "Yeah, you're a First Chronicle creature, so no wonder you're shocked."
Tremble.
Suddenly Wain's aura intensified. He gripped the platinum sword tightly in his hand and said, "It's not like you're from another league. I admit I've never met a monster who can talk before, but that won't stop me from killing you!"
Then gray energy emerged from beneath the earth as if in flaming streams. It gradually covered Wain's palms like gloves, and a black crown with a closed eye appeared on his head.
