The situation was tense and Miguel felt his body go rigid.
"...Death?"
"Yep. Death or is it too tacky? Perhaps a little cringe?"
Then like a lie, the pressure on him vanished and the being that seemed larger than life now simply looked like an ordinary man with a cloak —As ordinary as something like this could be.
'What is happening.'
Feeling all the strength leave his leg, Miguel slumped on the ground,
"Damn. Is my Nickname so bad? I tried, you know? But hell, finding a good nickname that is also awe-inspiring and rolls well on the tongue is pretty hard."
"Haha…"
Miguel let out a chuckle. But it was one made out of despair rather than any form of amusement.
He understood well what was happening.
The person in front of him was playing around with him. Like a cat playfully playing with its prey before completely tearing it apart in the most brutal way or simply taking one bite after another.
"What do you want from me?"
