I was confused seeing a different monster than the other two.
My mind raced as I summoned a few of my cards, making them rotate around me while I kept my eyes on the naked bastard in front of us.
The monster was inching closer but I still couldn't understand how the hell all of us were seeing a different form.
We were standing in the same place, looking at the same thing but somehow none of us could agree on what was right in front of our faces.
Was it using our worst memories or something we hated?
But then why was Arza seeing herself?
I tried to make sense of it while letting a few cards drift farther away from me, but there was no time to think.
The naked bomber stepped forward and threw a punch straight at my face, the fat on his body rippling as I controlled my urge to puke.
His fist filled my vision before I teleported to a nearby card, appearing to the side of him as his arm shot through the space where my head had been.
