"What is this?"
'This is... a hallucination?'
Mr. Nightmare was quite confused, as was Bryson. After all, it was a rather strange situation. The book that I had been keeping underneath my suit had forcefully opened up, revealing a bright golden glow and a hand reaching out from inside.
Though it was hard to tell exactly due to the glow, the hand almost looked pale white. It was incredibly slender, and seemed that it would crack at the softest impact. Yet at the same time, it effortlessly grabbed onto the scythe that had been harder to move than a mountain to us so many times before.
In fact, it was even slowly forcing it back.
Mr. Nightmare was already frowning before, but now it had deepened several times over. His authority that he showed through strength was now being challenged.
The arm continued to push back further. And as it did so, it continued rising out of the book.
Hypocrite.