Lieutenant Dante watched with trembling eyes as the creature's body shattered into a burst of frozen blood essence, the shards dissolving into nothingness.
'What is this?'
If there was one thing that couldn't be denied, it was that Northern's ability had a striking resemblance to Ryan's.
Of course, both the breadth of application and appearance were strange and offsetting in a way he couldn't quite figure out.
In fact, he felt that if he continued to probe that part of his suspicion, a strange and evil darkness would consume him.
There was also this peculiar forgetfulness that lingered in his mind.
He couldn't tell exactly what was happening to him, but he was sure Northern was either an influence or perhaps the mastermind behind it.
'He is dangerous, very dangerous. I was wrong the whole time; this is not someone to be trifled with. Killing him would be reckless—the best I can do is ensure we never cross blades.'