"The only thing... That stayed with me... The only ones on my side... I'll definitely... Definitely..."
With warm eyes, Yarnha stared at the whispering Monster.
His hatred was real.
So was his anger.
But it wasn't directed at her.
Yet, it was spilling.
She had spilled it, by messing with his Soul.
Of course, it could be said that the substances that made up the Mists used by Yarnha had only influenced his brain.
But was there really much of a difference?
To the Spirit, there was none.
She had opened a door that should have remained closed.
Took off a Seal that should have remained on that door.
And now, whatever was inside, is about to spill out indiscriminately.
Yarnha let out a sigh, before raising her arms to the side.
"Who am I?"
"I'll kill you. I'll definitely kill you. I'll make you suffer, and then... I'll definitely-" The Monster whispered as he approached rapidly.
