It was not merely a simple injury of having a heart pierced... Such an injury was no longer instantly fatal to Aiwass at that moment.
This was the self-sacrifice, the most sacred of rituals, the purest dedication.
Aiwass offered himself as a sacrificial offering on the altar, devoting himself entirely to his demon—
In an instant, his pupils became dim.
As if he was pierced through the heart by the Shadow Demon upon the giant's Magic Cauldron.
All his life force dissipated in an instant.
Aiwass immediately died, his body falling backward powerlessly. The shadows that bound the salt spears oozed out from the three wounds like living things, enveloping him completely.
He plummeted into the egg of shadows. Countless shadows spread out like a spider web, snuffing out the three candles offered to the Candle Master with a tremble. Subsequently, these shadows were dyed a fresh red, casting the entire room in a horrifying blood-red glow.
