Vision turned blurry, shapes multiplied, as if caught in a powerful blast, disoriented, equilibrium compromised, a simple moment of weightlessness, a ripple that simply brought everything else to a halt.
The First Death Hunter's face lost its expression as the cause of it all revealed itself, translucid and wretched, not a simple projection was uncovered as it became visible, Loimos had played a dangerous game, using the particular skills of both the spectre and ghost lord, detaching his non-physical self from his body, and sending it forth entirely for a single strike aimed directly at Ynigós's soul, and only his soul, quaking it to its very core.
