Mickey's eyes widened.
'This… What is this?'
The middle-aged man, or rather, Rodrick, walked over to Mickey and whispered, "Do not disturb the master."
Mickey opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but a single look from Rodrick stopped him.
He could only stand there, staring blankly at the dark figure, at the Crimson sword, and at the writhing fragments that were continuously being absorbed.
...
Murphy's hand pressed down on the mass of writhing nightmare creature remains.
The sensation was strange, like pressing into a viscous liquid, yet also like pressing into a current of air.
The fragments struggled and twisted beneath his palm, but they couldn't break free.
[Large amount of nightmare substance detected. Absorb?]
"Absorb."
The thought crossed Murphy's mind.
In the next instant, the nightmare substance surged madly into his body.
