The Wraith let out a screech that wasn't a battle cry—it was a sob. It recoiled so hard it practically did a backflip. It began to claw at its own shadow-face, its limbs flailing in a panic. It wasn't just scared; it was offended by its own reflection.
"Oh, wow," I muttered, wiping a glob of soul-goo off my shoulder. "I knew it was ugly, but I didn't think it was 'emergency therapy' ugly."
"It's an Echo Paradox!" Sir Jin shouted from behind a rock. Yes, he too was hiding, such a titan warrior my ass, anyway, finally finding his professional voice. "It's a creature of darkness seeing itself in the light of the Heavens! It's literally rejecting its own reality!"
Wow! He can talk that much now?
