Outside the mirror.
"Ian! Ian, wake up!"
Gaga frantically beat its wings on Ian's shoulder, pecking hard at his ear with its beak and tearing at his hair with its claws.
But Ian didn't react at all.
His body was as stiff as a statue. His pupils were dilated, and his breathing was so faint it had almost stopped.
Only the cold sweat constantly beading on his forehead and the slight tremble of his fingertips proved that his consciousness was still struggling violently somewhere.
'What do I do... What do I do?!'
Gaga's eyes turned red with anxiety.
It looked up at the shattered, floating mirror surfaces all around, the ghostly light in its heterochromatic eyes flaring to its absolute limit.
Shadow Messenger—activated at full Power!
The surrounding Shadow Energy surged like boiling water, forming hundreds of pitch-black tentacles that lashed viciously at the mirrors.
SIZZLE SIZZLE SIZZLE SIZZLE!
