No matter what, the creature in front of him was a monster through and through. It was a monster in life, and even more so in death.
But what was this phenomenon? Why had she come back to life after dying? Was this necromancy? An illusion? Or something else?
Nash raised his hand, but he felt that the magical power that should have been under his control was seemingly stagnant and unresponsive.
If Nash remembered correctly, he should have been dead for a while now, but he had already adapted to the environment of the Underworld...
Wait, he was dead?
So who was she?
Could it really be his deceased teacher seeking revenge? But she should fear me; after all, I was the one who wanted to devour her alive.
Nash considered himself his teacher's monster, and this thing wasn't going to make him afraid.
The monster, assembled from the dead, staggered towards Nash.
Its childlike body moved at a surprisingly fast speed, and in just an instant, the monster had reached Nash.
