My gaze drifted, then began to spin. It was a complete failure—my first fight here, and I was already so wretched.
My head hung high in the air, severed from my body. The Reaper crouched, his twin scythes clattering, then stowed them away. He didn't pick them up immediately, but instead drifted over to my airborne head.
The black scythe flickered with a ghostly light. I felt a surge of dread—my body was out of control, but in an instant, I shifted my Ghost Soul aside. Though it grazed me, I wasn't hurt.
Almost forgot you're a ghost.
In an instant, my body sitting on the ground dissolved into a stream of black Deathbane Aura, my head into a wisp of black mist. The Reaper hurled his scythe again. This time, I didn't plan to keep fighting. As the mist was split, I landed on the ground and slipped along the trail of Deathbane Aura.
The moment the stream rebuilt my body, I immediately arched backward. Two scythes spun overhead, then hit the ground. I rolled away, putting some distance between myself and The Reaper, and flew toward the bottom.
Planning to run already? Forget it—you can't escape from here.
The Reaper's wicked laughter echoed behind me. I quickly reached the bottom and landed, deep in thought. His attack method was odd—very odd. It clearly defied logic.
Normally, an attack would come from all sides, but this one struck from behind—yet I was hit from the front. That kind of attack shouldn't be possible; it defies the rules of force transmission.
What's wrong—pondering the meaning of life?
The Reaper's voice came from behind. I turned, quietly watching him, then gave a faint smile.
With a whoosh, two scythes flew toward me again as The Reaper charged. I didn't hesitate—my body lifted and darted through the air.
Suddenly, The Reaper appeared behind me. I spun around—his hands were raised, as if gripping invisible weapons, a smile curling at his lips.
With a roar, I punched backward—Deathbane Aura burst out like a beam. The Reaper crashed to the ground, the aura behind me fading as his two scythes disappeared.
Looks like the tables have turned. Whatever I ask, you'd better answer. Did you really think you could beat me with such cheap tricks? What Seat are you?
The Reaper stood up, and a shadow appeared at his feet. I'd wondered about this—he hadn't had a shadow before. Now I understood: his weapons were his shadow, letting him switch attack trajectories faster than I could react.
Getting cocky, aren't you? Listen up—I'm the 143rd Seat, you know that? In our...
I'd had enough of his nonsense. With a rush, I flew to The Reaper, grabbing for his forehead. Suddenly, his shadow vanished, and those two scythes appeared in his hands. I sneered and grabbed hold.
Watch me slice your hand off.
A sizzling sound—black Shadow Lightning flashed within my Deathbane Aura. With a crack, The Reaper's eyes widened as I gripped his cheek. He whimpered, and the two scythes in his hands shattered.