Chapter 125: The puppet

The black mist around him made the moon only a specter hiding behind the clouds. Only ones with hearts and feelings would understand the fear Soprana was experiencing at the moment. The hostile energy coming to him was greater than one could think. It obeyed him and seeped through his flesh and bones creating a new monster filled with rage. All the negative emotions he told himself he didn't need returned making his resolve stronger.

Soprana trembled at the heavy hostility. She knew what it was. People who were bound by principles to keep all things that hurt them away were bound to let them go free once something interrupted what kept them going. The way he acted made it seem he didn't care about anything, but she failed to see it. It accumulated deep within him, staying still. It was the same way how witches worked. However, men could never become witches.