As the Occult Beast crept upon the man's soul, she assimilated the darkness inside with the shadow from the outside. Apparently, because Yaksha Tivra noticed it, he kept the strange room filled with illumination, not allowing Cyanotype to prod in the weakness that he had.
With onslaught after onslaught, the witch spawn became even denser and more powerful. No matter how many soul that Cyanotype impaled, dried, curled up, tortured and left rotten on her amplified influence of madness, the witch would be there to make sure that her master was safe.
"Show your utmost power, my precious Dogma!"
"Wait!" The rest of the Dogmas near him glanced at their master with fear. "Don't!"
"Muahahaha!"
From the eye of the staff that the mad man gripped, an untold horrible existence was spewed in gross manner from the retina.
It was a malformed humanoid with a clock on its head, when the tick ended at the twelve o clock, it exploded and then conjoined into an orb.
