Chapter 75 - Seventy-Three (2/2)

Like a marine monster emerging from my shadow long black tentacles rise from the ground, making him lower his body even more into other tentacles, all coiling over him like snakes and trapping him in a deadly embrace.

A confident smile curves my lips up, but is soon replaced with a scoff as the dead white eyes from the creature stared unblinking at me, a dreadful sensation growing within me for seeing such a longtime friend lost in that state.

I could clearly see his suffering, even if his eyes were hollow, even if the vine faces could only silently scream, I could feel his distress, almost like something palpable in the air.

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I barely have enough time to discern some words between the corrupted information when a stronger pulse comes from the thick string on his back, making his body twitch and trash hard against the bindings, almost like an electric shock as he, unconcerned with matters of pain, twists and turns in odd angles, hooves high in the air.

Somehow he manages to escape by freezing my Shadow Tentacles with the glassy-black ice covering them and breaking into pieces, almost mixing with my shadows and only appearing when the light hits it, making it glint.

How the heck did he freeze my shadows?! Though I won't question the logic behind my shadows being able to hold him down or anything…

Once he frees himself he starts wiggling, trying to stand once more with its deformed body, his full height surpassing mine with more than 3 heads worth.

Seeing him use magic in such a way, and being that close to me, I start to get a little more serious as I make two Bolo Machetes appear in my hands, their blades and handle completely black with only a silver line on the edge of the blade, shining like obsidian, made from my own shadow, using my claws as blades.

They were not long yet had a wider blade on the tip, making it perfect for quick slashes and moves, even more when I had two blades at my disposal.

That's why I turn my body backward in a twisting motion, making my blade gain velocity as it cut the humanoid torso that, as if being held by vines, had the back part still attached to the rest of the body with barely any strings-black vines holding it in place.

I take the opportunity at hand and dash forward, and as he continues to stand I put both blades together, the knife-edge parallel to each other and, like twin blades they swing together with my arms, my body working together to hit with maximum cutting power, both sharp blades wounding with easy the black vine misty substance, destroying the deer neck and making some goop fly up my face and glue on my hair.

All in a matter of seconds.

As if unaffected by the loss of a limb his hand swings midair, at the same time that a black crystal-like ice appears like a blade on his hand, making me move my torso back as the blade make a clear shallow cut on my cheek since I turned my face to protect the crystal in my forehead, the cut barely deep enough to draw blood, not going further only because the creature did not have enough time to make the blade bigger.

I jump backward, giving me time to assert the situation as my machete twist and swings in the air for the creatures that were waiting for me to dodge back, adding to the carpet of goop that was forming on the garden.

I silver afterimage followed my blade movements as it twisted and turned midair, is deadly edge cutting and slashing, until they realize that the plan of trying to tire me out wasn't working since I had a very high SP, in contrast to my MP, only making their number dwelled as they finally fall back.

With quick breathing I look back to the deer only in time to see him throwing his spear at me, but even amidst the chaos of the other creatures attacking I manage to block it with my machete, which seems to infuriate whatever was commanding these creatures.

At this point I knew I had learned and understood enough of our current predicament to end the fight, of how someone must be controlling them all at once to have them attack in such a coordinated way, and how it cost for him to move and use the magic of his stronger puppets.

Of how he seemed to corrupt creatures into his mindless puppets, of how he used them as paws on his sick chest game.

I had learned enough of the puppeteer at this point… enough to be really, really angry at him and his ways.

It was time to get a little more… serious.

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Author Note:

Best melee WEAPON to use with SUPER SPEED? FANTASY RE-ARMED - Shadiversity

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Helped me decide which blade type to give him, plus I love his channel, from a writer to another!

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