The manipulator's white eyes were wide open. As a being born of darkness, the things it had witnessed in its lifetime were beyond count. Darkness creatures were all linked through the very force that birthed them.
They could see what others of their kind had seen, experience what many others had felt. And because of this, even though the manipulator had never faced something like this before, a shudder still ran down its spine.
Everything about this made the darkness in it tremble. It had fought against beings of vita before, but never had it felt this, true fear. Primal fear. The kind that stirred from the core of one's being.
It snapped out of its muddled thoughts the moment it met those bright green eyes. They pierced into its own, deeper, through its soul and into the very makings of its darkness.
