"[Rend]."
-KACH-!!!
Beelzebub felt as Amael's sword of pure Aether, sliced right through his back from top to bottom, diagonally.
And yet, confusion set in when he felt… absolutely nothing from the attack.
Functioning more or less like a slightly delayed response, The Demon King, watched as what seemed to a spectre, dissociated from his body a second later.
-Schlup-!
Watching the sight before him with a widened gaze of disbelief, one that was also laced with genuine fear, Beelzebub watched as said spectre, shuddered and began to unravel, almost as if trying to return back to his body.
-Schwik… Zzzrk… Tchwishk… Fwurrk-!
Extending a wispy, tendril-like structure from its phantom-like form, the spectre writhed and twisted eerily, now that it realized it could no longer return to its original abode.
-Zzrssk… Trrsshhk-!
