Kapitel 127: I will choose your fate.

The bloodied hand that was holding onto Mada's wrist looked as if it had come out of some type of nightmare. Its forearm was twice as long as a normal arm. Slowly, fear was creeping in.

His heart was racing and it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat and onto the cold floor.

Mada was trying to move his head, to look at who was touching him, or what was touching him. A strong stench had entered his nose, nearly causing him to throw up on the spot.

It felt like he was in a room full of rotting corpses. When he eventually looked at where the large arm was coming from, at the end of it, just a fog of mist was floating in the air.

"This thing, it has to be some type of monster, a beast from another dimension, but one that can speak! I've never heard of such a thing before," thought Mada.

Mada tried to pull away, but as he did, the grip around his wrist had gotten tighter. Him, a stage 2 Pagna warrior, was losing in the battle of strength?