"Damn! Evil God! Blood Feast's—"
If he had not once faced a Saint, Shade would never have held on the moment that figure appeared.
His vision blurred, his ears rang, his sense of smell became distorted, his sense of taste failed, his balance collapsed, his sense of touch vanished, his memories faded, and his emotions spiraled out of control.
Shade wanted to burst into laughter, wanted to cry out loud, wanted to kneel and pray, and wanted to point at the sky and curse.
His mind was unnaturally calm, yet his body was already completely beyond his control. The shadow preceding the manifestation of a higher-dimensional being, the essence it revealed, had nearly driven this body mad.
This was not a descent through borrowed possession while in the Saint state. This was the evil god descending directly.
No, how can I go mad so easily? Doctor and the others are still waiting for me to take them away. Miss Annette is still waiting for me to safeguard her token. Mia is still waiting for me to come home!
The Outlander had once felt terrified after arriving in this world, but he was never cowardly. Humanity's courage was a hymn of praise. He had almost nothing in this world, which made him cherish even more what he did possess.
His stubborn will held on, making him bite through his tongue and regain clarity through pain. More importantly, the blessing bestowed by the Innocent Creator exerted its final strength at this moment, allowing him to barely regain control of his body.
The mere blurry figure at the moment of descent was already about to drive Shade mad. The gods of this world truly were beings from higher dimensions.
This is really bad.
Shade thought to himself. The Blood Feast had begun, and