Chapter 16 - The Battle At The Black Market, Part 2 (5)

Thick, ominous clouds blanketed the sky, casting a shadow over the entire area. Within the swirling mass, thunder boomed, its echoes resonating with foreboding. Drop by drop, rain began to fall, each droplet drumming against my cheeks before cascading down to the earth below.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Norman's voice pierced through the gloom, his fear palpable.

The man's gaze swept across the scene before settling on Norman, who visibly flinched under the weight of his stare.

"I am..." The man's pause hung in the air, a chilling silence that sent a shiver down my spine. His voice, cold and commanding, cut through the darkness. And then, he spoke his name, "...Mephisto."

"M-Mephisto...? So you're the one he's talking about! I haven't done a damn thing to you, so what the hell do you want from me?!" Norman's voice quivered with fear, his vulnerability laid bare as he pleaded for mercy from the man hovering above us.