"Release these people." Siderius said.
He extended his right hand. At the same time, the silver soul behind him raised its palm. A ball of Dark Aether appeared and shaped itself into a sword of dark red.
It floated over and landed on Siderius' hand.
The phantom did not answer. Instead, it roared. Black liquid spat out of its mouth.
Behind it, the souls of the first victim and second victim were tied by dark strands of vengeful will.
Anna, the first victim, somehow awakened from her slumber. Her soul opened its eyes to see the space of darkness, the monster in front of her and the man with white hair at the opposite.
The silver soul behind him illuminated, making him look like an angel befell from heaven to come for her rescue. Anna's eyes glimmered with hope.
"That is… Who is that?" She murmured.
The phantom clenched its fist, the dark rope tightened around Anna, torturing her soul. She screamed out in pain.
