The chains emerging from the shadows were not solid, and they had no temperature.
The moment they wrapped around the six fighters' ankles, a cold, viscous sensation pierced straight into their Divine Souls.
It felt as though countless drowning hands were dragging them down into a bottomless Abyss.
"Fuck, what the hell are these things?"
Water God reacted first. He struck his staff against the ground, and a whirlpool formed beneath his feet as he tried to break free.
But the black chains only trembled slightly. Far from coming loose, they tightened and began climbing his leg armor.
Then came a sense of rejection from something that should have been on their side.
This was Qin Chuan's Shadow Domain. It should have sheltered them, but now it had become a cage.
"Sever!"
Sword Master in the Snow growled and slashed backward. His jade-green blade struck the chain around his ankle with precision.
Riiip.
The chain snapped.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the broken ends turned into two streams of black smoke. They rose from his shadow and joined together again, good as new.
"Physical attacks don't work, and energy attacks can't keep them apart!" Season Star said quickly as her mecha analyzed the strange energy. "The chains... they come from our own shadows! As long as we stand here, they can't be destroyed!"
A twisted smile spread across the God of Light's half-rotten face.
"In this darkness, your shadows are my finest weapons."
"Feel... the despair of being rejected by yourselves..."
As soon as the god finished speaking, the chains wrapped around the six fighters melted.
Like living ink, they flowed across the ground and merged with their owners' shadows.
The next moment, the six shadows writhed, stretched, and rose to their feet.
Six Shadow Persons