『Mist of the Legion』

"Sikesh," shrieked Gray, before a black goo emerged from the black gem embedded in his silver sword.

"How isn't he dead?" wondered Artemis, constantly stabbing at Gray with her tentacles, however despite his gruesome injuries, he continued struggling.

After several seconds, the blue chains that held Gray down had completely dissolved under the influence of the black goo.

At this point, the red mist that propagated from his skin now shrouded the battlefield in near darkness.

"Princess, get out of the mist," shouted Sirfene, for the first time showing signs of panic.

'I don't know any wind spells. If this mist is what I think it is, then we've already lost this battle,' thought Sirfene as he ascended into the air.

"Hahaha," laughed Gray, although the primary voice sounded like the echo of a collective of beings, amongst the different voices, one could clearly hear Gray's own laugh.