Before him loomed an embodiment of the raw terror of impending death. Those who were not used to death found themselves paralyzed, trapped by the clutches of this primal fear. For most, death became an impossible adversary, or they would make death itself for them.
Allen, however, also felt this way, but there was a reason why he was no longer affected by the manifestation of fear in front of him,
And that was a double mana he had.
At least, that was what Allen could think of in a nutshell, considering how the turmoil inside his body felt an overwhelming opposition that gave him the pain he was used to.
"Greetings," a voice interrupted the suffocating silence. "My name is Kallen, and I have come to see you."
Every fiber of her being seemed to broadcast a silent plea to the observer, urging them not to avert their gaze from her countenance. Allen was acutely aware of this phenomenon, and as he cast his eyes around, a genuine smile crept across her face.
