The moment the purple light dyed Grey's body and the entire tunnel of flesh in a deep violet hue, the shadow beneath his feet began to tremble violently.
Its form started to distort, thin cracks appearing across its surface as if it could no longer withstand the suppressive might emanating from the purple crystal. The shadow writhed like a living thing, its edges tearing apart as though it were being shredded by an invisible force.
It cried and begged shamelessly, its voice filled with panic and desperation.
However, Grey's target of suppression was not the shadow.
It was the massive face.
The instant the purple crystal released its light and spread that eerie glow across Grey's entire body, the sentient spirit inside the scythe shuddered slightly.
Its six eyes snapped open wide in disbelief, each pupil contracting sharply.
