Feeling out his own emotions, Shade lowered his head slightly, then covered his face with both hands. As two curled stone wings appeared behind him, Shade transformed entirely into an angel statue covering its face.
Miss Chloe watched him worriedly from the tent entrance. Only after a long while did she close the tent again, leaving Shade standing alone outside in the blizzard.
Though Shade in the "Calm Stance" state could not move, his senses apart from sight still functioned normally. He knew he had not waited long before hearing the sound of shoes treading on the snow.
The sound drew closer and closer, and Shade also sensed traces of Blasphemy and Whisper Elements filled with malice.
He could not see that thing's main body, but she could observe it:
A shadow in the shape of Witch Chloe, formed from dense blackness. It was certain to be a monster created from accumulated, concentrated deathly power. Of course, this death was far inferior to the power within True Death.
"That's good, then."
The shadow of death did not notice the angel statue standing abruptly outside the tent, already more than half covered in snow. It approached the tent as it had just now. Its main body resembled a black Miss Chloe, while the form it disguised itself as was no longer Witch Wanda, but Mrs. Marcus's mistress, the lost Witch Provence.
Without Shade in the tent, Miss Chloe's voice began trembling again. She tried to drive away the monster with words as she had just now, to frighten it off with threats, but without Shade beside her, the effort went very poorly.
This young witch was in a very strange state. Her trembling voice sounded as though she had encountered a terror she simply could not face. Shade even felt that