A cry of pain echoed in the vast icy space as the horned man, draped in a dark robe, was chased by countless floating ice spears.
The man stumbled and fell when one of the spears grazed his leg. But as he saw the other spears closing in from behind, he crawled and tried to run again.
Kyle watched with a bored expression, observing everything from the sidelines while seated on a familiar throne adorned with gems.
The throne had some cracks on its surface because he used it a few times in the secret realm as a weapon. But despite the cracks, it still had a malevolent and strong presence, just like before.
Kyle wanted to finish off the man who claimed to be a divine being that had lived for a thousand years. But there was a small problem. The man made him realize that he couldn't leave the mind space.
'Damn it, this is my mind space! Why am I unable to leave? Last time I went out so easily just with a thought...'
