บท 220: Butcher

Even if he found himself perplexed by this sudden development, Macheo slowly retreated himself back into the corridor, watching as his companion weaved into existence a powerful gathering of magical energy. 

"Come out, you gross bastard." 

Whispering to himself, Ren kept his eyes keenly focused on the spacious domain around him, keeping his hand up as the generated mana bore itself into existence, taking the form of a rampant sphere of stygian energy above his palm. 

Around him gathered an intense wind, gathered by the force generated by his fearsome mana. Fluttering in the unnatural gusts, his colorless locks of snow ran across the hazel veil of his irises. 

Come on. I know you're watching, he thought. 

Doubling down on his gamble, he amplified his raw magical output further, sending a tremor through the domain as it shook violently under the pressure of his building mana. Standing tall, he watched as something finally caught his eyes.