Meanwhile…
Black liquid splattered on the red surface they were standing on, creating scriptures each time, forming what looked like a sentence. Yet, that little detail was nothing compared to the fierce battle between Mikel and all these black figures being born out of his own anima.
"Die! Die! Die!" Everest screamed as he flung his arms forward from below, each time another shadowy figure rising and charging at Mikel. "Dieee!!!"
SPLASH!
His breath hitched as the thick black fluid splashed onto him.
Everest stood motionless, his eyes wide as he gazed at the monster standing meters from him. Despite all the monsters he had created with every breath, Mikel was still standing.
Slowly, the last standing shadowy figure, which Mikel held in his grip, disappeared after its head was squashed with one hand.
"How…" Everest's mind buzzed for a second, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
