The air inside the cave turned cold and dry. The whale immediately moved to the end of everything. There they saw a single figure moving slowly amidst black mist.
Their steps were slow, so they saw their shape and immediately felt something in their eyes and power. It was a very small trace... of a will. That body wasn't alive; it was a puppet.
That puppet was five meters tall, there were no horns, and its entire body was covered in blue and red runes. That seemed to be the true form of their bloodline being used to the fullest. But who was commanding it was none other than the will of the immortal cultivation Oni himself.
"Hello." The puppet stopped a few meters from the whale and spoke lightly.
Alm and Bruno stared at it, and their eyes gleamed; this cultivator was so powerful that even a bit of his will maintained his consciousness and could communicate.
"Interesting, so the Onis here are even more foolish than I imagined," said the whale calmly.
