THIS HUMAN IS A DEMON.
Cotton's mind was racing with terror and confusion.
MY HORN PIERCE! THREE YEARS OF CULTIVATION! MY ULTIMATE TECHNIQUE! SHATTERED! ON! HIS! LEG!
WHAT IS THIS CHILD MADE OF?!
SPIRIT STEEL?!
DIVINE IRON?!
THE FUCKING CRYSTALLIZED TEARS OF ANCIENT DRAGONS?!
The small human was walking now, carrying Cotton like a stuffed toy. And behind them, that sphere of absolute darkness followed, consuming everything it touched.
AND THAT BLACK SPHERE! IT'S EATING THE FOREST! THE TREES! THE GROUND! EVEN THE AIR ITSELF!
WHAT KIND OF CULTIVATION TECHNIQUE DOES THAT?!
Cotton tried desperately to wiggle free, but the child's hands felt like they were made of iron. Unbreakable. Impossible.
HE'S GOING TO FEED ME TO THAT SPHERE! COOK ME ALIVE! EAT MY CORE! USE MY FUR TO MAKE WARM SOCKS!
SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! THERE'S A MONSTER IN THE FOREST DISGUISED AS A SMALL HUMAN CHILD!
