"Urgh, ugh..."
Digo's sewers were a relic of the city's early days. To rats, they were spacious tunnels, but to someone the size of a grown man, they were cramped, narrow coffins-and coffins packed with piss, shit, and filth at that.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
Shadow Demon struggled and squirmed, but he could not avoid getting covered in filth.
"Meow~"
Another meow rang out, and Shadow Demon suddenly froze. He came back to his senses. There was something far stranger right in front of him.
"Who are you? Who?"
The demon spirit-or rather, familiar-in front of him was identical to his own in both appearance and aura. There was no mistaking it, yet whoever controlled it now was certainly not Shadow Demon himself.
So the Holy Temple's Archbishop hadn't been deliberately slandering me. Those two priests had been telling the truth!
The black cat licked a paw, watching Shadow Demon with its head tilted, then walked toward him with elegant steps. His pupils contracted slightly, his gaze never leaving it.
"Who are you? Why are you framing me?"
If he caught this person, if he could bring him before the Holy Temple's Archbishop and the Queen, everything that belonged to him would be restored. Shadow Demon could not help thinking this, and he even began quietly gathering magic power.
Mulan hung in midair, staring toward the city, but his attention was split between two tasks. In fact, more of his focus was on what was happening in the darkness.
Compared with Shadow Demon's arduous resonance, resonating with the black cat without needing any physical transformation was clearly much easier for Mulan.
Without Shadow Demon as his teacher, Mulan would never have thought of using this power in such a way: giving darkness form directly through resonance alone, rather