The shadows of the entire forest transformed into the claws of a Banshee, and the sound of nails scratching glass filled the ears with a piercing screech.
The [Corrupt Odorous Crawler] glared fiercely at Aiven, who was surrounded by a sea of ghostly claws, as if regaining the confidence it had initially. The lips made of fly maggots squirmed as it spat out "venom":
"Kaka, I inherited most of the power and knowledge from an Upper-Rank Wizard of the 'Shadow School,' and with the help of divine power and long years, I ascended to Tier 4.
Machinations are just my hobby. In the Shadow Realm, this is my home turf. Even if faced with two or three Titled Knight Level foes simultaneously, I can still retreat unscathed. You think you can chase me into the Shadow Realm with just a juvenile Shadow Dragon? You're the one who's doomed!"
Sizzle—
Before the words had finished, the sound of ripping silk already echoed through the heavens and the earth.
