It was the dim hour just after nightfall, and the gas lamps along Digo's streets had yet to be lit. Mulan stood on a rooftop, his body shrouded in mist, poised at the blurred boundary between the Otherworld and the Surface World.
To be honest, even Mulan himself was startled by his current state, and it made him all the more excited.
The feline monster had been extremely agile, its claws and fangs dangerous, but its power of existence was weak, giving it little sense of "reality." In common terms, it had high attack, low health, and poor defense. Mulan's current state was precisely its counter. The monster had clearly dodged as Fang swept past, yet Fang's shadow had bitten straight into its shadow, then coiled around it like an uncanny venomous snake, killing it in one strike before devouring it.
A powerful surge of feedback passed through Fang directly into Mulan's body and soul. Fang had devoured all the monster's resentment and negativity; what reached Mulan was pure power. His organs, muscles, and bones grew so excited that they spasmed, and his soul trembled with them, stirring a haze of gray mist around his body.
A phantom wearing a tall top hat appeared over Mulan, its narrowed eyes glowing an eerie red. It represented the height and completeness of his formative world, as well as its level of evolution. It was also an individualized manifestation of power that differed even among those of the same profession, commonly called a totem.
Devouring that spirit gave Mulan an illusory sense of overwhelming strength, as though nothing could threaten him. Yet despite his frenzied appearance, he remained perfectly calm deep down. He knew that strength was an illusion. Supernaturals were powerful and mysterious; his purpose was merely to cover Moor's escape, not