"W-what do you mean?" Kyle said, trying to step back a little.
The invisible pressure wrapped around him like a rope. He couldn't move a single bit from where he stood. When he tried, it was all for nought.
"It's no use." Romano laughed. "As long as I'm here, you won't be able to move a single inch."
At the same time, the man's eyes finally drifted down for the first time since he got into the little shop. He noticed the small little bird that stared at him warily from where he stood. Iit's comb indicated that it was a chicken and that fierce, near-crazy look was something that chickens were known for.
However, the rumours definitely didn't do this bird enough justice.
Romano laughed and forgot Kyle existed for a brief second.
"Terminator Chicken indeed. What kind of person is even able to bring a Class Eight beast under their control just like that? It sounds so impossible that it's bordering on fiction,"
