Feeling his own emotions, Shard slightly lowered his head, then covered his face with both hands. As the stone wings curled up behind him appeared, Shard transformed entirely into an angel statue covering its face.
Miss Chloe looked at him worriedly from the tent entrance for a while before closing the tent again, leaving Shard alone standing outside in the blizzard.
Even though Shard, in the "Tranquil Stance" state, couldn't move, his perception other than sight remained normal. He knew he hadn't waited long before he heard the sound of shoes stamping on the snow's surface.
The sound grew closer, and Shard also sensed traces of malice saturated with desecration and whisper elements.
He couldn't see its essence, but "she" could observe:
[A black shadow in the form of Witch Chloe, made of dense blackness. It can be confirmed as a creature accumulated with the rich power of death. Of course, this death is far less potent than the power of true death.]
"That's good."
