The entire auction hall was left in a fearful silence as they watched the soul of the Demonic Thrall be approached by the same dark outline from before, which reached out its hand and grabbed the soul's shoulder.
Immediately, the angry and vicious expression of the ethereal Demonic Thrall vanished, as terror and trauma appeared on his face slowly, growing until it occupied his entire visage. He trembled so strongly, that even the outline behind him was moved a little.
He did not dare turn his head around, for acknowledging what was behind him was also acknowledging his now inevitable fate. However, whether he chose to look or not didn't change anything.
In the next second, his soul roared in even more agony than before, a high-pitched shriek that made more than a few ears bleed in pain. The already translucent form of his soul became thinner and thinner, his struggles in trying to flee useless as he was eventually devoured fully.
