Time slowly unveiled itself.
Julius was back in the same situation.
Yet something had returned.
He held his breath as he allowed change to course through his mortal construct.
"Awakening of Desolation."
Words came out in a voice far deeper than the one Julius usually exerted.
A scorching feeling crashed through his head as his pitch-black hair was corrupted into a demented grey.
His mournful grey hair grew slightly in length and curled at the ends, it felt like the curling was enacted by hot iron tongs.
The calamitous black lightning did not manifest, it would seem that Azonold had given Julius far less power since he was in a far more escapable situation.
The system notifications didn't appear, Julius momentarily feared that he might run out of Void Mana without realizing it but his fears were clenched and crushed as an ability implanted itself into his mind.
'Violet Wave.'
