Nightmare Shroud

Silas straightened up, his expression cold and triumphant. "You're probably wondering why it isn't trying to kill me." He paused, letting the tension hang in the air. "It's because it's mine now."

Ozivox's eyes went wide. The realization hit him like a dagger to the heart.

"No wonder," he whispered, his voice hollow. "I felt the bond break the moment he touched my pet. How... how is this possible?"

Silas's grin spread wider, like a predator closing in on its prey. "Because your power isn't as absolute as you thought."

When Silas had told Ozivox to get off his pet and face him one-on-one, it wasn't because he was losing. He had a plan. He needed Ozivox to move away from the creature so he could strike him with his scythe, drain a bit of his soul, and steal his skill card.