Ruella was right. Hudson's every trace of existence had disappeared from the Sceptre.
But...
"It's weird. I sure can't sense him. But I am feeling an awful familiarity from the Sceptre."
Ruella's curiosity probed-
"Like?"
"Like the Sceptre is him but he is not the Sceptre."
D replied after comprehending and analysing the sensation. Then the Sceptre briefly hummed!
The 4-metre long Sceptre of Doom looked like a royal trinket symbolising power. But its peculiar colour made it irrecognisable.
When the atmosphere became silent for a second, D and Ruella heard Hudson's voice in their heads.
{I cannot escape. This Sceptre had taken me as a prisoner. It is slowly consuming my soul to use as a stabilizing agent and keep it together. I can only be freed after this thing breaks.
