Amidst the flames, something resembling an Evil Spirit was clearly seen flying out of the arm, vanishing into nothingness. The flames began to recede until they completely disappeared from the arm. At this moment, the arm looked no different from before; even the red markings on it hadn't changed. But Alka could distinctly feel that the previously emanating evil aura had completely dissipated, giving it the appearance of an ordinary sculpture, devoid of any peculiar features.
Seeing that there were indeed no more issues, Alka waved the Sword of Love to extinguish the flames on it. He prepared to place it into the box.
Yet darkness invaded once again.
Again? It was exactly the same sensation as when Alka first held the Sword of Love.
Alka felt his soul being drawn out once more, plunging him into a world of complete darkness. He could sense his own existence but found he was merely a vague mist, unable to move, with no limbs to control.
