'I was right! I'm not the only student of death here!' Rias thought, and he snapped towards the frightening pressure storming from a distance away – a mess of death and time, spiralling everywhere, unrefined but bountiful.
Funny, it mirrored his internal turmoil – what he felt Vali had done while in possession of Aimon.
…But there were no doubts in Grim's head. As soon as he decided to take on the risk, he bore himself as the King of Unforgiving Impermanence without restraint.
Taking on the form, he became a fierce creature with wild tendrils of white hair that took the shapes of animals snapping at each other. On his upper torso was a dark cuirass decked with twinkling stars, on either end of it, thick arms livid with astonishing physical might. His lower half was that of a shaggy feline beast corded with bulging muscle under the black furs.
In this form, Grim seemed inevitable – impossible. It was hard to believe that despite it all, he was a mere mortal.
