Compared to the summer night thirty-three years ago, when Shade had secured victory with Scarlet Poison Mist, the poisonous fog was now quite ineffective against him. The flesh's corroded skin grew structures resembling scales despite the corrosion, until York Bronte's head had grown as well. His scarlet eyes glared viciously at Shade:
"You're the man from thirty-three years ago? I knew it. You really are Time Travelers too!"
The witch behind Shade sensed the enemy's current state:
"This isn't his true body. I don't know what undead secret art he used, but he split off a part of himself and hid it in the gaps of the coffin. He's temporarily transferred his consciousness here now. This is a flesh puppet under his control!"
Even though she had become an owl, Flora Winslet's mind remained sharp:
"Forget what abilities he has. His soul and this body aren't fully compatible. Use abilities that attack the soul and consciousness!"
The next second, York Bronte's fleshly body appeared before Shade with a savage charge. Shade, who had remained alert, did not dodge. He turned sideways and collided head-on with him.
Amid a thunderous boom, cracks appeared in the earth beneath their feet. The witch only felt a sharp gust whip past her ears before seeing Shade sent flying into the depths of the forest.
The explosive collision startled who knew how many birds in the distant woodland. After knocking Shade away, the fleshly body radiating red light threw another savage punch at the witch's face. But the fist passed through her phantom, and she stood beside the point of attack, glaring at him with great displeasure:
"This fleshly body was made from living human flesh, wasn't it?"
"Your opponent is me!"
Shade, having returned through Space Jump, stood before Miss Winslet and caught York