Yokama gritted his teeth, his weapon lay at the side, forgotten amidst the terror. The Captain gripped his eye that was bleeding profusely, trying to comprehend what had happened but the more he thought about it, the less he made sense.
Rem loomed over the man, a grin plastered on his face as his right palm burned with crimson flames – he wanted to finish the job, he wanted to get revenge but Yokama showed that he wouldn't go down easily.
"Phantom Zone!" He shouted out, his bold voice echoing as soul energy was expelled outward from his body – surging with potency. Rem could see that the soul energy being expelled outwards resembled blades and they all came toward him, in forms of tendrils.
'There's more to this skill than what meets the eye,' Rem thought as he leapt away, the tendrils snaked in the air before continuing to move toward him, 'My soul energy is useless against this skill but a fireball will suffice,'
