"Humph. Mere dark mages dare stand before me."
The elegant, echoing voice boomed, chilling the surroundings as the part of Adam's soul that had been dragged out of the puppet swirled and shifted.
A blue light glinted as an eye sparkling with mockery and malice condensed. Ethereal dark hair tied in a neat ponytail followed before a time-worn traveller coat fluttered on a 1.9-meter frame.
"What's happening?"
Cormac's legs trembled as the mysterious man's lips curled into a soul-chilling smile, forcing a realisation to collapse into his mind.
"He's a dark mage, too! But no matter who he is or why he hid with the ghost, he can't use mana! Continue to drag him out!"
However, he recovered the next second, eyes narrowing into slits. Their mission took priority over everything else, and the man had no relevance.
"I can't? Who told you I needed to?"
Gaston's smile enlarged to reach his eyes as his favorite game would soon begin.
