'He's here…' Vale muttered as his eyes narrowed. He could sense the descent of another being into the surroundings.
Well, it wasn't as subtle as the Evenescent Vessels's technique, but it was most likely due to the strength of the Seven Sins. The power that the "Greed" possessed was something that couldn't be contained so easily.
Crack… Crack… Crack…
Malrath's form contorted, his wounds mending with unnatural speed as an inky blackness enveloped him.
"Gahahaha!!! All of you will die!"
His laughter grew louder, more unhinged, as the essence of Greed fused with his being. His eyes, once a fiery red, now glowed with a cold, golden light—the mark of Greed's possession!
The Beast Arts Practitioners recoiled, their instincts warning them of the new, more potent threat that now stood before them.
