"NOW!"
I instantly released the Pale Rider from [Subspace], welcoming him with the flurry of attacks waiting to bombard him.
Since I could edit whatever was within [Subspace], I made sure to spit him out without any gear.
He was just a naked, pale being.
It seemed like his body was coated in purple flame-like energy which exuded a vast amount of negative pressure. Still, he wasn't as tall as before. The being called Death was just a bit taller than I was, having a bald head and gleaming purple eyes.
'So, this is how he looks like without the armor, uh?' I sneered internally.
He was on the ground—still recoiling from shock—when my subordinates' attacks clashed with him.
>BOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!<
"Uh?" My eyes were met with a peculiar strike.
The multiple attacks did not connect with him! Rather, some form of invisible barrier blocked them from landing any blow on him.
'An automatic defense function, even without his gear?'
