He grunted loudly, cursing to himself quietly. If it were for that damn dark magic generator exploding on him,he wouldn’t have been stuck—…in whatever dimension this was.

His gaze flickered around, as his narrowed glare grazed upon— you. Oh how he hated you.

He grit his teeth, welding his spear tightly. He didn’t quite have his star with him, so he was bound just with his spear.

The moment of blissful peace broke when you felt his glare boring into the back of your very head.