The dark gray sky was deep and murky, the blackness not pure, but rather, it had a sandblasted texture in the eyes of the observer.
The cause of this was mostly due to the special ashes sprinkled by spirits, obscuring the sky.
Even though the voice from within the Abyss wished to salvage the situation, the spirit ashes had already reached a point of no return, realizing it was locked down by that force.
A bit earlier and it could have fled, but now there was no way back; it could only choose to face this invisible force head-on.
"Sigh."
The voice within the array also sensed the plight of the spirit ashes and could only sigh helplessly and fall silent.
Facing that force, the fate of the spirit ashes was all too clear to him; it wasn't that he underestimated it, but that force was simply beyond any resistance.
The gray-black ashes gathered, and a monstrous skull, grim and vicious, appeared out of nowhere in front of the spirit ashes.
