Grey watched as the old man raised his quill, preparing to write on his Grimoire one last time.
The presence of the Diamond Grimoire before him surged through the air, the sky thickening with clouds. Lightning gathered overhead, flashing violently, followed by thunderous booms that rattled the ground.
Each bolt of lightning struck the small Grimoire, and slowly, it began to rise into the sky. Arcs of electricity swirled around it, and a sharp crack appeared in one of its corners.
"Ahhh—"
The old man collapsed to his knees, eyes bloodshot, crying out in pain. Blood trickled steadily from his body, pooling beneath him on the ground.
There was seemingly no injury on his body, but that was completely different from the fact that so much of his blood had already dripped to the ground.
'I wonder how much pain he is feeling,' Grey muttered in his heart while quietly observing the scene. This feeling was very similar to when he faced the trial.
