Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 618 Him, Marked?

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A blank stare was Ghant's only reaction to his current state.

A series of questions flooded his mind and vanished in a twinkle of an eye when watching the blockbuster scene before him. While holding him like a baby with one hand, Wiggins' other hand moved with a flash of a lightning blade. Too fast. Ghant didn't even see how the attack commenced. One moment the hideous creature was standing, and in another moment, it was on the ground, screaming and rolling with inky blood spewing from its belly. The large horizontal strip wound took 4⁄5 of its belly's width. Bam! What was that? Ghant, who was cuddled in Wiggins's arms, was anxious when hearing the explosive sounds echoing too close to their proximity. It was a shadow –One that despite its ugliness, had an uncanny resemblance to Wiggins. Withdrawing its giant hands from the ground it smashed into, the being's hands slowly returned to human size. "Well, well, well, my master... I wasn't expecting that one to hit." It spoke with a hoarse voice that sounded far more eerie than the many other shadows Ghant heard while in here. Wiggins' narrowed his gaze while moving from side to side. Why? Because I'm his momentary pause, his dear shadow had stormed at him with vicious intent. So long as he's always moving, his shadows can't act on their own.

Look ... right now, his shadow was also moving alongside him. Although the connection was somewhat lessened, the natural force in this world still made his shadow dance to Wiggins' tone. However, how long can it last? The longer a human stays in the mirror world, the weaker their connection with their shadows. And soon, it won't be bound to any natural force. But once he returns to the human world, the connection will be strengthened once more. Sadly, the stronger an exorcist is, the stronger their shadows. This also means that their human counterparts are in the mirror world, the shadows will be able to break free from the human's control far faster than normal. "Don't worry, human master... in just a while more, we'll have all the time to fight till the very end."

Heh

The creatures on the other side banged and banged the portal in protest. Soon, their grotesque figures had been replaced with the everyday ordinary images one sees when looking at a mirror. Normal... Finally, the portal was sealed. The disciples and elders nodded tactfully, before heading to the Grandmasters, a private airway wonder by the wealthy Tian family from the East. Understand that after knowing about the existence of creatures, they willingly pulled strings with their connections to get a private airway for the Grandmaster. Of course, no one would suspect a thing because the Tians were among one of the richest families in the East. The airway was surprisingly not within the Capital. Rather, it was several towns and cities away. Before coming to rescue Wiggins', 2 disciples had long gone to grab his family and take them to one of the Grandmaster's private jets. Know that they cannot take Wiggins and his family through the portal they used to warp from the Academy to here. So they could only fly him out. Of course, for his family, they must apologize in advance because they casted sleeping spells on Ghant's parents, children and his wife, taking all vital items and even packing away some things for them. Most things were in their storage space. As for the humans, they carried them out and ran at lightning speed towards the private jet's location. Well, with the sleeping spell they casted, Ghant's family will only be waking up midway through their flight. It will be up to Ghant to deescalate the situation by then.

. Ghant stared at the group of disciples and elders, and didn't know what to say. Okay... so you've thought of everything. Then what more can he say? "... Be honest with me, what exactly were those things?" "Shadows, Mr. President. And the one that took your ace, is actually your shadow... take a look at the ground." "What do you–" Ghant froze, finding that his shadow was missing. Where? Where did it go? Recalling the hideous hands had dragged and switched places with him earlier, Ghant felt a tornado of butterflies churn in his belly. Wiggins sighed, slowly explaining the many mysteries surrounding their current world. "Mr. President, we were wrong..." Wiggins paused. "The biggest problems humans face isn't each other, but the many monsters lurking among us." Ghant felt his breathing growing heavier. And then he asked a question he now dreaded. "Vice-president Doyle... Is he–"

"Yes, he's one of them. But not a shadow, but a being far scarier than that, born from the pits of the underworld!"

Ghant really felt like his shorts were choking on his neck. The news gave him a great blow. So he has been working alongside such a monster all this while? And from Wiggins' words, it seems the underworld might be some formidable and deadly place far scarier than the mirror world he just fled from. Ghant was just recovering from the information spewed at him, only for Wiggin's to bombard him with another heavy matter.

"What? You say that bastard, Doyle, was taking me as his prey? Speak now, what do you mean by saying I've been marked?"

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