The Man Without Shadow (Part 2)
"Who the heck are you…?" The shawl-draped man glared in anger as the collapsed terrace of the nearby building revealed the figure of a man once the dust dispersed. A jet-black entity that seemed to have merged into the night, one harbouring personal vengeance against him.
He was akin to a king cobra, a creature famed for going to any lengths to seek vengeance.
'Where the heck did such a bastard come from?' The shawl-draped man was about to attack when suddenly, he could feel the temperature of his body rising up at an alarming pace. "What the heck?"
"The poison took some time, huh? I should make note of this for the future." The hooded entity spoke with his grating voice, leaping away from the collapsed terrace as he disappeared from view.