Seemingly without wind, the fabric on his body twisted and danced, billowing outwards from top to bottom like waves. Whether it was an illusion or not, the air within several meters of him seemed to be twirling around as Casio moved, subtly changing with each of his breaths.
In a clearing within the forest, Casio stood still, seemingly deep in thought. He then extended his finger to touch the cross-shaped indent on his forehead again, a faint light flickering just below the surface.
The color of his eyes quickly changed from pale red back to their original black.
His murderous personality receded, replaced by the main personality.
Hunar hunar hunar...
Casio had originally been completely enveloped in a red steam-like aura, but now, as he retraced his murderous personality, the steam reversed its course and rapidly flowed back into his body, spreading through his body like a warm wave.
"South Dipper, Red Vulture Fist..."
