"...The situation here looks really bad."
The white-golden soul sphere manifested into a human form, wearing flowing white and gold robes that seemed to shimmer faintly with every subtle movement. It was impossible to determine the true extent of that manifestation's power or awareness with a mere glance, as if all measurable presence was deliberately concealed. It was entirely wrapped in a silent, unfathomable mystery that pressed lightly on the surroundings without revealing anything concrete.
"Yo- Your--..!!!" Pitsu opened one eye after the other with visible difficulty, as if his senses were struggling to confirm what he was witnessing, as though a specter had suddenly appeared before him.
His expression, as he stared toward the soul manifestation that emerged from his forehead, carried neither joy nor sorrow... only pure, unfiltered shock that froze his features in place.
