Born from the despair of a lost...love.
A ghostly figure wreathed in shadows,its mournful wails echoing throughout the Eternal darkness...night.
"Give him back to me!!! Give him back to me!!!" Her face twisted and contorted continously, as she demanded for her...lover.
What an irony...ironically, Zeras didn't know anything about this. This incident had perhaps taken place before even Earth had been created.
He took in a deep breathe as he knew no reasoning would work with a cursed spirit.
Although logically...only high level cursed spirits can actually speak and communicate. Yet the impossible and non-logical is currently happening right before Zeras eyes...
'Perhaps the creator of this cursed land had perhaps sealed most of her powers, reducing her to such a miserable state.'
He wasn't even given the time to properly calm his breathe and prepare himself for battle when a long claw suddenly enlarged right before his eyes.
