Black tar enveloped Yidir's remnant body, until it completely covered him, transforming into a black egg, while dark shadows shrouded it, as if Bologue swung a thunderbolt that split the heavens, descending from above.
The fierce slash stirred up a chain of impacts, the burst of air currents dispelled the pervasive blood mist and shattered the tar cocoon, revealing Yidir's body, drained of color and turned pallid.
"I guess this is the essence of the Devil?"
Bologue tore apart the black egg, watching the endless tar trying to burrow into Yidir's body.
The Devils have no specific form; they can be men, women, animals, or even more mysterious entities. Their advent is bizarre, with no absolute principle.
Scenes flashed back in Bologue's mind, like key frames in a movie.
The Devils are slaves to power, yet also its will... a will commanding the essence of tar.
