Poison... It seems that it has reeked into the round-ears. The so-called Trainers are starting to lax out, their momentum shorted, their willpower sapped. The quiet ones stayed within the shadows, out of sight, but their smirks can be seen clearly from the Shadow's vantage point - for the pact with the Figure-
"No!" the Shadow growled softly but menacingly, hackles rigid as it underwent the intense pain. Of memories. Of love. Of life. Now there is nothing. Nothing but blood. And the lust for it. Throughout the time, the Shadow still cannot shake off the pain of what once was, even though it thought it had cast away what was to be. Finally, the hackles smoothed out, and the Shadow took flight, just in case Blackfire is watching. It won't do him well to reveal weakness to a potential opponent.
For now, it looks like the lesser shadowkin are wreaking havoc and panic. Panic is good. It will serve to dissent them further. And when the shadowkin finally succumbs - the Shadow's blood ripples at the thought. No need to have a care about the caged ones, for they are trapped. No need to care for the blue behemoth, for it is weakened even in that mighty state. But the rest - the Shadow is intrigued at the mention of a Demon Lord. Not many can hold that title without being revealed as a fake, then mercilessly defeated. The future promises not life, not love, but blood. Again naught but blood.
EDIT: For those of you who didn't know, Glacier is undergoing a hectic period in life, so I'm to subreff this round. However, I'm a very slow reff in this one, so progress is terrible, and I personally apologize for it. Do not worry that it will all be for naught - we will get US through.
<Birkal> if pwnemon was my little brother, I would beat some sense into him
<Birkal> and then take him out for tea and scones
<Birkal> and then we'd talk ASB and grow facial hair together
<Birkal> like proper brothers
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