I had grown quite a bit since the last time I had encountered the Twisted Man.
And yet, despite having grown, its presence still remained intense. Almost suffocating to me.
"Hooo."
I had to take a deep breath in order to calm down.
Staring at the anomaly, I drew my hand back, doing my best to hide the trembling. Fear still lingered, but I had come a long way from before. The old me would've already doubled over, and most likely have puked all over the floor.
The fact that I had yet to feel like that meant progress.
'I still feel like I might puke later, but the fact that it's taking me longer is the good part. Maybe in the future, there might be a day when I'd no longer feel like puking.'
I wasn't so sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. After all, no longer puking meant that I'd no longer feel something like fear.
Was that really a good thing...?
