Shadow studied the creature standing in front of him, feeling a strong emotion for the first time in a long, long while.
That emotion was revulsion.
The thing in front of him was something that was not supposed to exist. It was a Shadow Creature — a Titan, at that — who had nevertheless succumbed to Corruption. It wore a human shape, but its true nature was that of a deep, eerily still pool of demented, frenzied darkness.
The human shape it had chosen to wear, meanwhile, resembled Shadow… a mad, scarred version of Shadow's own human vessel. Even the voice was disturbingly similar, making him scowl.
On top of that, Shadow felt something stir in his memory, hinting that he had already met this mad creature once. That they had known each other.
'Is he someone I killed in one of my countless lives?'
