The two beings appeared in a completely blacked-out space, slightly illuminated by the color of their own mana.
However, the two did not have trouble seeing in the darkness; Meph made sure of that.
But the fact that his confusion was evident didn't change. In fact, it grew even greater.
Ever since he first interacted with the intruder, there had been something off with him—first the regeneration, and now, his adaptation.
The space they were currently in was supposed to restrict most, if not all, movement while simultaneously slowly shredding the body. Meph was immune because it was an extension of his chaos; however, that should not have been the case for the intruder.
Like before, he was merely staring at Meph with a smile—one that felt both ominous and creepy.
"You really have a lot up your sleeve, don't you?" Meph remarked before suddenly appearing behind the intruder and slicing his body in two, not even waiting for a response.
