Ken Middleton chuckled lightly and once again locked onto an army.
"The last time I encountered such an intriguing entity was the masked woman. The Path of Heaven is in turmoil, perhaps you are the variable in this chaos. Have you ever considered that as you grow stronger through slaughter, you might finally become the sharpest sword of the Ghost World?"
The little Bodhisattva watched as these Ghost Race armies were being slaughtered madly, yet he seemed indifferent.
"No, I won't." Ken Middleton shook his head with a smile.
The little Bodhisattva looked at Ken Middleton, full of confidence, and seemed a bit annoyed. He didn't know how many millennia it's been since he felt this strange emotion.
With a slight gesture of his hand, the Ghost Moon responded with a powerful light, its force of attraction piercing through Ken Middleton like the massive mouth of a Roc.
