The thick grey fog, like maggots burrowing into flesh, seeped into Grek's cloak and penetrated the openings of his ears, eyes, and mouth, becoming pathways for its erosion.
"'Grey fog, you shameless external god! You cannot kill me!'" Grek's eyes turned crimson, veins bulging on his face.
An eight-clawed Demon Eye, glinting like gold, emerged from between his brows. Its light-brown vertical pupil swept over the area, twisting the surrounding restraints.
From beneath his cloak, an arm of the Great Ape King shot out, wielding a massive Golden Double-Bladed Axe! "'Kneel, for I am the Golden Monarch!'" An astonishing aura erupted from Grek. The surging shockwaves, like blasts of steam, sent the Gray Mist Cultists flying!
