An oppressive purple glow bloomed from Sezel's outstretched hand, a color that seemed to drink the moonlight, quietly blending with the glow in the surroundings from the Spirit essence. The energy swirled and coalesced, and began to take shape, mirroring the monstrous form of the Flesh Reaper that Vesta was currently battling.
Shiki couldn't believe his eyes. His mind, already reeling, struggled to process what he was seeing. Was this even possible? A Fable that allowed a Slayer to create a perfect, spectral imitation of a living monster? But it wasn't out of what could be considered a possibility.
Shiki stumbled to his feet, the little girl stood frozen by his side. He was not that great of a babysitter, but he accepted it, tracing some steps back, a white-hot pain shooting through his bruised leg.
