Back to the fissure in space.
The completely white eyes of the Celestial Shadow stared at Darian calmly.
"It really is a Missionary… but I can feel a karma connected to the Laws of the world in you. Interesting… you seem to be special."
The voice sounded dry, in a tone completely different from the Celestial Shadow's.
Darian asked, without emotion, "You are?"
"I'm just a hunter. My prey are precisely the Missionaries. Now, with you, that makes 164 dead." The figure's eyes glinted sinisterly.
Darian let out a dry snort. "I already met one of them in another universe who was a maniac bastard. Clearly, Missionaries aren't saints. But do you really have any idea what you're messing with?"
