Soul Game

The tattered black cloak floating in the air stirred without wind, radiating a despairing chill as though all joy and hope had been sucked away.

It was a gigantic Dementor.

"Dementor..." 'Daisy' showed an expression of disgust and fury once more. She roared at the black monster, "Get lost, you disgusting thing!"

Sean finally smiled. He could clearly sense that what she showed was more than disgust—this disgust contained far more than an instinctive rejection of a dark creature like a Dementor.

She was a little flustered.

And to Sean, a god's panic meant his theory was correct.

'Daisy' was tightly bound by magical chains. Her gaze toward the Dementor was filled with revulsion, and then she looked at Sean with the same expression. "Ignorant, shameless mortal... Do you know where Dementors came from? How dare you treat me like this..."

Sean reached up and stroked his shoulder. An invisible Shadow Bug rested there. Seeing that no message had arrived yet, he merely sneered at 'Daisy'.

He raised a finger to his lips in a silencing gesture and smiled indifferently. "Save your long-winded speech. Still, your reaction makes me very happy—ha, Sin, a life-form superior to human wizards, yet the only things that transcend mortals are your magic and lifespan. Your brains are no different from ours. I'm delighted to see that gods can be this stupid too. It's... hahaha, fascinating? Do you like that word?"

'Daisy' began struggling madly again. Her limbs were already a bloody mess, and the harsh sound of mangled flesh rubbing against the chains could even be heard.

"Bugs! Bugs! Nothing but a bunch of bugs!" she screamed wildly, then glared hatefully at the Dementor. "Useless thing! Look carefully at who stands before you! Go deal with that bug!"

The Dementor's rigid body trembled. It