Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 618  Him, Marked?

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A blank stare was Ghant's only reaction to his current state.

A series of questions flooded his mind and vanished in a twinkle of an eye when watching the blockbuster scene before him. While holding him like a baby with one hand, Wiggins' other hand moved with a flash of a lightning blade. Too fast. Ghant didn't even see how the attack commenced. One moment the hideous creature was standing, and in another moment, it was on the ground, screaming and rolling with inky blood spewing from its belly. The large horizontal strip wound took ⅘ of its belly's width. Bam! What was that? Ghant, who was cuddled in Wiggins's arms, was anxious when hearing the explosive sounds echoing too close to their proximity. It was a shadow –One that despite its ugliness, had an uncanny resemblance to Wiggins. Withdrawing its giant hands from the ground it smashed into, the being's hands slowly returned to human size. "Well, well, well, my master… I wasn't expecting that one to hit." It spoke with a hoarse voice that sounded far more eerie than the many other shadows Ghant heard while in here. Wiggins' narrowed his gaze while moving from side to side. Why? Because I'm his momentary pause, his dear shadow had stormed at him with vicious intent. So long as he's always moving, his shadows can't act on their own.

Look … right now, his shadow was also moving alongside him. Although the connection was somewhat lessened, the natural force in this world still made his shadow dance to Wiggins' tone. However, how long can it last? The longer a human stays in the mirror world, the weaker their connection with their shadows. And soon, it won't be bound to any natural force. But once he returns to the human world, the connection will be strengthened once more. Sadly, the stronger an exorcist is, the stronger their shadows. This also means that their human counterparts are in the mirror world, the shadows will be able to break free from the human's control far faster than normal. "Don't worry, human master… in just a while more, we'll have all the time to fight till the very end."

Heh

Wiggins sneered, but kept a vigilance stance between himself and his shadow. "Wiggins, you speak their language now?" Ghant fluttered his eyelashes with a dropped mouth that spoke volumes. He opened and closed his mouth, even wondering if this Wiggins holding him was the one he has always known. … Could it be an illusion? Some evil plot to lower his guard before devouring him? "Tell me now, what happened in the year xxx at the Roswell gardens?" Wiggins' lips twitched when staring at the vigilant Ghant in his arm. "Mr. President, are you talking about the incident when you had too much to drink and farted so loudly it almost cashed a tip on our national flag?" Ghant's face turned even redder than it already was in a flash. Luckily, he let out a rip amidst his friends and those he trusted. Or else wouldn't his reputation have been long ruined by now? He would have gone down as the 'ripping' president of Vardos. Well, Ghant laughed awkwardly. This was indeed his Wiggins. But what was going on here? Since when did Wiggins know the language of these monsters? And when the hell did this guy start using magic too? (@_@)

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Ghant would relish as Wiggins pulled an entire sword out of a single coin. Mr. President, stay on and hold on time. Ghant didn't even know how his body could balance on the transparent sword, but it did. Despite his tired, fatigued and dehydrated body, he stayed upright, sitting stiffly when the sword slowly rose higher and higher from its original position. Wiggins looked at his watch and frowned. They had barely 4 minutes to escape and close the portal. Failure to close it on time would allow the portal master knowledgeable of an intruder using its portal. Well, they can't let that happen now, can they? Vmmm! Bewoh let out a burst of enemy that shit to the blazing skies. It was blue, very wide, and could be seen and felt through a vast distance. They found him! Several people instantly stopped their search, and swiftly dashed towards the portal with an expressionless face. Of course, seeing their shadows still chasing behind them made their insides green. How relentless. They've all been attacked once or twice by these beings. Indeed Bewoh was right. The strength of these shadows was quite unbecoming. It was like fighting their very own clones, except their clones knew no real exorcist spells or skills. Just their raw strength, wits and brains were enough to make them a formidable foe. Reaching the portal's location, Wiggins allowed his sword to dash through the space carrying Ghant back into the human world. As for the Bewoh, Wiggins and the others, they immediately ran around the portal in circles about 3 times, before finally coming together and rushing towards the circles all at once. "Now!" Chan-ki on the other end reacted fast, inches before one of the shadows could touch the mirror's rippling exterior. Bam! The mirror was no longer 'ripply,' causing them to slam hard into its hardened exterior. Dammit! They dug their hands into the ground, disappointed, hate and rage very evident in their eyes. Why? Why did these humans have to leave now? Just a little longer, and they would have been able to break free of the mysterious control making them dance to the tune of their 'masters.' Crack~

The many cracked lines on the mirror now reversed their actions, 'uncracking' and erasing on lines earlier made. Ghant was breathing heavily when watching the unbelievable scene before him. Who would ever believe it? That there was a whole other world hidden behind the seemingly simple mirror? .

What a scary world. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Ghant swallowed hard, looking left and right in dread. His face was still palish white. "Mr. President, drink this." Ahh… Ghant unscrewed the bottle of water thrown his way. Although his mouth felt any food or water would be disgusting now, common sense told him to take it all down for his own good. Ew~

Ghant gagged on the water, as though he was drinking shit. Sorry, but after all he saw, all food and beverages tasted yucky in his mouth. Bang! Bang! Bang!~

The creatures on the other side banged and banged the portal in protest. Soon, their grotesque figures had been replaced with the everyday ordinary images one sees when looking at a mirror. Normal… Finally, the portal was sealed. The disciples and elders nodded tactfully, before heading to the Grandmasters, a private airway wonder by the wealthy Tian family from the East. Understand that after knowing about the existence of creatures, they willingly pulled strings with their connections to get a private airway for the Grandmaster. Of course, no one would suspect a thing because the Tians were among one of the richest families in the East. The airway was surprisingly not within the Capital. Rather, it was several towns and cities away. Before coming to rescue Wiggins', 2 disciples had long gone to grab his family and take them to one of the Grandmaster's private jets. Know that they cannot take Wiggins and his family through the portal they used to warp from the Academy to here. So they could only fly him out. Of course, for his family, they must apologize in advance because they casted sleeping spells on Ghant's parents, children and his wife, taking all vital items and even packing away some things for them. Most things were in their storage space. As for the humans, they carried them out and ran at lightning speed towards the private jet's location. Well, with the sleeping spell they casted, Ghant's family will only be waking up midway through their flight. It will be up to Ghant to deescalate the situation by then.

. Ghant stared at the group of disciples and elders, and didn't know what to say. Okay… so you've thought of everything. Then what more can he say? "... Be honest with me, what exactly were those things?" "Shadows, Mr. President. And the one that took your ace, is actually your shadow… take a look at the ground." "What do you–" Ghant froze, finding that his shadow was missing. Where? Where did it go? Recalling the hideous hands had dragged and switched places with him earlier, Ghant felt a tornado of butterflies churn in his belly. Wiggins sighed, slowly explaining the many mysteries surrounding their current world. "Mr. President, we were wrong…" Wiggins paused. "The biggest problems humans face isn't each other, but the many monsters lurking among us." Ghant felt his breathing growing heavier. And then he asked a question he now dreaded. "Vice-president Doyle… Is he–"

"Yes, he's one of them. But not a shadow, but a being far scarier than that, born from the pits of the underworld!"

Ghant really felt like his shorts were choking on his neck. The news gave him a great blow. So he has been working alongside such a monster all this while? And from Wiggins' words, it seems the underworld might be some formidable and deadly place far scarier than the mirror world he just fled from. Ghant was just recovering from the information spewed at him, only for Wiggin's to bombard him with another heavy matter.

"What? You say that bastard, Doyle, was taking me as his prey? Speak now, what do you mean by saying I've been marked?"

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