"What the hell is going on in here?!"
A pale-bluish silhouette giving of cold aura flinched as it suddenly awoke in a space that could be only described as the madhouse – myriads of murky shadow shapes and figures were constantly moving and shifting around in a way that could be described as a dance but was more like someone had created a kaleidoscope that only had multiple shades of black instead of colors...
"Get me out! This instant!"
The cold shadow growled furiously and began unleashing more and more of the freezing aura – but regardless of how long that went for, none of the other shadows were affected by it in the slightest.
"...what in the world...?"
...which of course made the cold one extremely confused...
His magic should be freezing others, right
His magic?
What was that magic...?
And while the questions were being asked...
Who was he...?
"You, necromancy puppet, stop forcing yourself on me."
"HUH?!"
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