In the arena, I stared at Yami sharply with an expressionless face.
He was wearing a simple black kimono and a Japanese-style straw hat, with the unsheathed Yamato at his side.
Meanwhile, I was wearing my usual Night Terror outfit, my face covered with a black mask, and holding BlackHail firmly.
Glutton was standing right on my shoulder, looking at Yami with some hesitation.
'I'll try to scratch him at least.'
[It's impossible without using our full power.]
Glutton hit me with the hard truth immediately.
Night Terror was basically useless against that ghost, and even the spells I had copied weren't enough to hold him back.
Yami was a Tier-5… Exalted? I wasn't sure, actually. He was formally a cultivator, but he got a strange core later.
He was almost emotionless, so all the fear-based abilities were useless against him. Zephyr's Tier-3 barrier spell wouldn't do anything against him, and I didn't think I'd need the healing spell if he defeated me with one attack.
