The abyss was shifting.
Not changing.
Not moving.
But shifting.. as if something unseen, something imperceptible, had begun to stir within its formless void.
And within that abyss, a figure stood, breath measured, body taut with silent tension.
Agon.
His mist.. his ever-reliable mist, was fading.
No, not fading.
Dwindling.
Shrinking, like a flame caught in a vacuum, like a force being smothered by something far beyond his understanding.
And now..
Parasiting was gone.
The realization settled deep in his bones, cold and absolute. His abilities, one by one, were being stripped from him, caged within this domain that bent to the Darkness Angel's will.
His time was running out.
And across from him.. hovering just out of reach, wreathed in the very essence of the abyss itself, it smiled.
The Darkness Angel.
