The breeze blew, and the sea of clouds had reestablished itself in the sky. For those with demonic perception or magical perception, the darkness was not a problem.
The cold was evident, as was the tension at the different points where the demons were escaping, confronting, or hiding from their pursuers.
...
The red mist stirred when the power of the Graeas caused part of the old woman's robe to envelop the baby's body, then the baby grew into an old woman and the old woman shrank into a baby in the arms of the new old woman. It was a bizarre scene, after which the power of the Graeas increased.
The baby took the eyeball, looked at Isirid, and said in an old and malicious voice:
"If I go back to the past, there is no poison, ha ha ha."
The old woman snatched the eyeball from the baby, smiled, and said:
"My power is so great that with time I can overcome any poison, hehehe."
The Graeas began to walk towards Isirid.
