"She is indeed mentally ill! Why is this happening? Heaven has already ceased to exist, why can she still possess the Holy Spirit Angel? And why a Gray Angel? Is she fallen? A Fallen Believer?" Negris shrieked.
Ange extracted his own small scythe, the one he had used for more than a thousand years. Because the dungeon was cramped, he could not physically wield his Scythe of Death, and was forced to use his smaller scythe.
Nonetheless, the Scythe of Death was in essence a projection of his small scythe, it was simply another form of it.
Summoning his small scythe and Soul Armor, the dark silhouette of the armor was hidden beneath the straw hat, all transformations seamlessly taking place beneath the disguise of a scarecrow.
Shamara could not see, she could only sense an increasing aura of the soul, which caused her to frown in confusion.
"The Holy Spirit is gone, how can you, perform the Holy Spirit Possession?" Ange asked while invoking his Soul Armor.
