The bizarre eerie smile reminded Aven of the earlier devilish smile from the ghastly entity, the one which he had regarded as it just being his thought.
No it wasn't just his mere thought, but indeed the ghastly entity had given that evil bizarre smile.
Aven truly felt the hell of a creep running through his back, he felt like he was standing before a colossal devil, one capable of raining the world in blood.
Making one to question whwre it had come from.
Though scared witless, he hadn't lost his brain.
He had also given it the thought that the sword might not truly kill the ghastly entity for various reasons.
But Incase such a thing happened, he already had a second move in place.
Absolute Siphoning.
Aven's devilish tiny yet dreadful voice echoed out.
Aven felt as though his entire surroundings had become a fork of power for him, while he became the furnace that absorbed it all.
And that feeling came to be.
