"Black mirror."
"Dance of the Black Ink."
The couple in the illusion room mumbled, and black coloured smoke began to ooze out of Isha, complying with her command, while dispersing, pitch-black, light-devouring wind blades that looked similar to a Chinese brush stroke swirled around Eshwar.
Few of the cadets ignored Eshwar's smart ways of hunting big monsters and had run off to train by themselves. Eshwar was killing the monsters that were many times bigger than him without exerting too much strength; one could tell that he was very experienced in fighting unpredictable monsters, and the deep scars that could be seen on him even though he was wearing his thick, skin-tight training outfit were the proof of his experience.
