The cold permeates Serey's body, completely enveloping him.
What unfolds before him now is boundless darkness, like a vast void, engulfing all of Serey's awareness, making him unable to discern direction, unable to see anything ahead.
Serey feels like a solitary boat amidst this dark surge, his heartbeat uncontrollably accelerating, each beat a mad drum echoing in his ears.
His breath is rapid, each inhale feels like a struggle in a pitch-black ocean, each exhale a war declaration against the endless darkness.
"Come on!"
Serey swings the Ether, roaring into the darkness.
He cannot hear his roar, but he is certain he shouted it out.
Ether morphs into a storm, rushing in all directions, in the absolute darkness, Serey finds no target to strike, thus he burns the darkness entirely.
But no matter how hard Serey tries, the individual amount of Ether remains too little, facing this Devil's Power darkness, Serey seems foolish, attempting to fill an ocean.
