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[Activating Skill, Manifestation of the Perfect Self 2-???]
The Skill was invoked, but Dale remained utterly still.
/Shaa…/
The darkness enveloped him, covering both him and Duran's cracked body.
/Hum…/
On his right hand, the crimson thorn trembled as if reacting to something…
/Reach…/
From the side, a broad hand materialized from the dark fog, reaching onto Duran's body.
/Grab…/
It closed in the air, seemingly grasping at nothing.
But Dale knew the truth; he could see it, his eyes…
/Shine!/
[Ding]
[The Third Eye opens]
His forehead shone with light, revealing the truth as his Mind's Eye opened further, showing what could not be seen, the Spiritual, the Immaterial...
"URRRG!! NOT LIKE THIS!!"
A figure, a faint outline, was revealed in the dark, fighting for its dear life.
"Dammit!"
Duran's Soul.
"..."