Chapter 157
Buster stood silently before a swirling, structureless mass of fog—an eerie fusion of deep purple and blood-red hues, pulsing with flickers of shadow. Two pitch-black eyes hovered within the mist, void of any emotion, yet filled with a suffocating presence.
Brandon, known widely as Buster, stared at the entity for a long moment. This was their third meeting, yet each encounter chilled him to his core. Their communication was always silent—done directly within Buster's mind. And though the entity had gifted Buster the means to grow powerful beyond reason, empowering him with strength and abilities that had turned him into a nightmare on the battlefield, Buster never truly accepted it as his master.
At least, not until the day he had foolishly tried to attack it.
That day had nearly cost him his life.
