Creak, creak, creak!
The rare contact between the two caused the terrifying onslaught that swept everything to visibly wither and shatter, transitioning from the physical to the spiritual, then entering a state of silence.
It dissipated in an instant!
"What!?" The Third Finger, who was poised to strike again, hesitated as the mask beneath flickered red.
"All things are impermanent; there is no self in all phenomena, Nirvana is silent, all are thus."
Accompanied by a murmur, the previously gathered radiance dispersed, revealing Mousie in a new form.
The original Mousie, with its feet on the Soul Cloud and wrapped in Blood-red Ribbons like the Thousand-faced Touch, and a miniature version of the Thousand-faced Soul Tree floating behind its head, appeared dark and mysterious, the very image of a villain.