From the Shadows a humanoid being emerges, but he was not an anykind of Normal human being. Even he is not similar to humans
Before the figure could answer, Jack burst out, voice echoing in rage:
"Yeah....! Tell us, you freak...! Who the hell are you? Why'd you bring us here? What is this place, huh? Speak up, you monster....!"
The figure winced dramatically, lifting his rocky fingers to his ears with exaggerated slowness—like a theater actor mocking an irritating noise.
But with a pleasant and calm tone. "Please don't make noise here. This is… a quiet place."
His voice dripped with sarcasm.
But Jack kept shouting, furiously and relentlessly.
"ANSWER ME! You Bastaed...What's your plan?! What do you want from us?! You coward—Just open my hands. And I'll show you."
With a flick of his wrist, the creature snapped his fingers.
A burst of magic swirled through the air—vines surged, curling from the floor, twisting and snapping around Jack's mouth with uncanny precision. Leaves folded over his lips like mocking hands.
Silence...!, with a serious tone.
The creature sighed in relief, stretching his shoulders. "Ah. Much better. Peace at last."Jack thrashed and mumbled angrily behind the gag, eyes burning.
James's fists clenched. His heart pounded with fury.He leaned forward as much as the vines allowed, eyes locked on the stranger.
"I asked you again," he said coldly. "Who… are you?"
This time, the figure smiled—not with the warm smile of a friend, but with a mysterious, sinister curl of the lips. It was the smile of someone who knew the ending of a game others hadn't even realized that had begun.
A glint danced in his eyes—cold, calculated, and utterly confident.
He stopped just a few paces from them. The torchlight behind him threw his shadow long and monstrous across the stone floor. Calmly, he placed his hands behind his back, rolling his shoulders with a stretch that cracked like grinding rock.
He exhaled slowly, as if savoring the moment.
"You wanna know… Who am I?" His voice was soft—unsettlingly soft, echoing in the vast silence of the cave.
He took a slow step forward.
"Now that... Is a question worth answering ?"
"I don't think so, Atleast not for now.?"
He paused. Then leaned in just enough for the vines around them to shudder with tension.
" Actually,This isn't the right moment, my mighty soldiers."
His smile widened slightly, more mockery than mirth.
"If you truly want to know who I am... who really I am..."
"Then I promise you —I'll tell you everything, when the right time comes."
He raised a single finger, tapping it in the air.
"Until then…" —his voice dipped low, laced with a playful menace—
"Just wait."
Hans narrowed his eyes, his voice quiet but sharp as a blade.
"Then tell me… when will the right time come?"
The figure paused mid-step, his silhouette framed by the dim glow of enchanted moss on the cave walls.
"Hmm…...." A long, humming breath escaped him as he tilted his head slightly, like an actor pretending to ponder a line he already knew.
"I don't know either," he replied, with a smirk that danced just on the edge of mockery.
James took a breath. His tone was calm—too calm.
"Can I ask one more thing?" The figure turned slightly, half his face bathed in shadow. "Alright," he said, raising one finger. "But this is the last question for today's meeting."
James stared into the his eyes and asked?
"How… did you catch us? How did you bring us here?"
Silence. Then—laughter.
Loud. Cruel. Echoing. "Hahahaha….... HAHAHAHA!"
The entire cavern seemed to shake with it, his voice bouncing off the walls like the call of a mad god.He gripped his stomach as if the question was the funniest joke he'd ever heard.He wiped a nonexistent tear from his eye, calming himself with effort. He replied, " I thought that you already aware about that, that You already figured it out… but you just. I'm disappointed ."
He snapped his fingers once—casual, almost bored.
"It was quite easy, really. My beast only had to breathe a little mist into the air… and your own minds did the rest."
James again asked "but ,from when ?"
He replied, "Since from the beginning , You are already under my mind control."
A heavy silence followed.
The figure turned his back and began walking toward the depths of the cave, his steps soundless over the stone.
Suddenly—a flare of resistance.
Hans clenched his teeth. His body began to glow faintly as he tried to transform in the dragon form.
"Dragon Form."
But nothing happened. His body trembled… then faltered. Confused, he looked down—and gasped.
He whispered, "what's this, They are not just ordinary binding plants"
Like something alive.
He felt his energy being ripped from him.
His mana is draining violently, as if the vines were feasting on his very life.
His vision blurred. His limbs grew cold.
And then—he collapsed. Fainting.
The vines coiled again lose himself almost… satisfied.
The figure didn't turn back.
He is shouting in the dark with a confident smile "There is no use , you will never break it. Don't waste your precious Energy."
"Sleep well," he murmured into the dark.