At that moment, the monumental sigil that had taken form from the merging of the Seven Sin Glyphs began to twist.
Its geometric perfection rippled like water disturbed by breath, and the light it radiated darkened, gold dimming to black-gold, silver fading into a deep crimson hue.
Ace instinctively stepped back as he felt something terrifying was going to happen.
At that moment, the sigil pulsed once… twice… and then…BOOM!
A low, resounding vibration rippled through the void, and from the heart of that pulsating sigil, a figure began to take shape.
At first, it was nothing but light and shadow entwined, formless, ethereal, undefined. Then, slowly, the chaos condensed, coalescing into the vague outline of a humanoid phantom.
