With Iver's incantation, the space around him fell into absolute silence in an instant.
Colors as gorgeous as oil-paint pigments spread across the space. Iver's "contrast" suddenly began to rise sharply, making his entire figure brighter and more prominent.
The next moment, vivid red appeared on Iver's right neck, left chest, and abdomen.
It wasn't the dark red of blood... It looked more like ketchup, or liquid fire.
In an instant, Iver's entire body shattered, and the style and colors returned to normal. Sound returned with them.
His body was now covered in shallow cracks that had yet to split open. The ethereal, empty aura of the Twin Mirrors seeped from every wound, while white light soaked through all the cracks across his body.
Those three wounds were three doors.
Like three moons in different phases, they leaked clear moonlight as they revolved.
The dark, frigid aura belonging to the Fallen Angel seeped in from beneath Iver, constantly entwining with the moonlight and filling the illusory outline of the purple card.
Black and purple energies intertwined, constantly adjusting their frequencies, condensing, and gathering.
Iver softly called the Night Demon's name. "Night Demon... Viennes, my Little Crow.
"I call your name now and grant you the Brand of Jealousy.
"From this moment on, my life is your life, and my fate is your fate...
"—Obey me, Phantom Demon of the Path of Transcendence!"
In his Child of the Moon form, Iver's voice was soft and hoarse, like a murmur in the night.
Then Iver and the Night Demon solidified at the same time. The surroundings once again became utterly silent and gradually darkened. Only Iver and the Night Demon's colors remained clear and vivid, like jewels shining in the moonlight beneath a pitch-black night sky.
Iver's pupils were a similar scarlet