Hearing those words, I controlled my scimitars as they transformed into chakram; I pushed my hands indifferently, and the chakram shot towards the light, which was Gods-mind.
I was sick of his snide remarks. "See-through, scenic manipulation." "Ghost walking, shadow speed," I mumbled as five golden clover leaves blazed on my brow.
I went about like a ghost without paying attention to my body's location. My body moved in an inverted position and at various angles.
However, gods-mind nonchalantly extended his palm, and the chakrams came to a standstill. Those tools behaved as though they feared the entity before them.
'These cretins. They only know how to intimidate insignificant people.' In a rage, I thought.
I quickly appeared in front of Gods-mind as a massive Devil with a crimson sword. It, however, was a manipulation of my senses and everything around me to feel real. It wasn't genuine, but the intimidation was authentic.
