Yoichi's eyes lifted to those of the rhino demon. Behind its big horn, its four eyes expressed the emptiness of its soul: those pupil-less eyes were stained with the blood of broken capillaries from the strain of all that power.
Whatever the process of summoning that strange demon had been, it seemed like a creature destined for eternal suffering and damnation. While the Void Summoner's spirit would remain under Gonshiro's control, its body would begin to rot and one day turn into a pile of rotting muscle and flesh.
The sorcerer of Kamakiri had renounced his human body with ease, shapeshifting as carelessly as someone changing his shirt before hanging out.
Just as the size of the dark orb suspended on his hand began to become substantial, copious splashes of blood hit Yoichi's face, partially blinding him.
"Aaargh! What... what the fuck?!"
