As Vicky's low chant rang out, wisps of uncanny energy began to spread.
A nauseating, sweet metallic odor filled the air, the smell of old blood mingled with rotting petals.
The shadows behind him writhed, as though something alive were trying to tear through the membrane between dimensions.
The blood, severed palm, and book page before him converged under the pressure of an invisible force field.
Solids softened, and liquids boiled.
In an instant, they melted into a mass of indescribable jelly.
Then torrents of a substance resembling black sludge gushed out of it.
The sludge hit the ground with a corrosive hiss, scorching even the void until grayish-white smoke rose from it.
An evil, ominous will quietly descended.
Ancient and greedy, this will carried the most primal malice toward the world of the living, ravenously licking every inch of the surrounding space.
Dago felt a vague unease.
It came not from fear, but from his biological instincts warning him of a natural predator.
He stopped in midair, his abrupt halt sending a visible ripple through the air beneath his feet.
Countless turbulent streams of energy howled around him. Without the slightest hesitation, he swiftly thrust the deep-blue sphere of light in his hand toward Vicky.
The full activation of his one-percent Despair Winter Dragon Bloodline instantly narrowed his pupils into needle-thin draconic slits.
Combined with the tremendous increase in his Soul Force, his [Winter Star in the Palm] had undergone a complete transformation.
Its power was now several times more terrifying than when he had fought Korklau.
The enormous deep-blue sphere spun, tearing through the void with a dense concentration of Ancient Frost power.
Like a terrifying meteor of ancient glacial ice, it carried enough momentum to destroy everything.
It crossed layer upon layer of space, screaming toward Vicky.