Turining into what he hated

"How are you still alive???"

"I have flexible bones." Ryan shrugged.

Taking a stance, he barely suppressed his ecstatic body from trembling as though he were on drugs.

He felt a strange feeling of excitement taking over him, but he knew that it was merely the aftereffects of the metal taking control of his mind.

He needed to let out his excitement and vent it out somewhere, and the two in front of him seemed like just the correct target.

"Then die," the second split his shadow into half, covering their figures and slipping through the ground.

The shadow attacked Ryan like a blind wild beast, materializing into a giant, shapeless monster.

It opened the only functioning part of its face and roared inside Ryan's dome; darkness was the only prominent feature on its figure, a sight that would bring shivers down anyone's spine.

However, Ryan was too occupied with his excitement to care about its shape.