[Level Four — 2:49 PM]
Grim didn't wait.
The twelve seconds of evolution had given the Veil time to recover from his surprise.
He couldn't give him more.
He moved.
Three meters of height in motion were different from two and a half — not only because of the size but because of the weight that the new form projected into the air. Each step resonated differently on the floor of Level Four. Not with the rhythmic bone-click that had been Grim's signature for months.
With something deeper.
More final.
The Heralds who had regained mobility during the evolution reacted — several were trying to activate the interference devices that had blocked the Harvest before.
The devices activated.
And turned off.
Not because Grim destroyed them.
Because the new form did not operate on the same plane that the devices were calibrated to interfere with.
**[Soul Prison — ACTIVATED — target: anchor souls of the symbol]**
It wasn't directly visible.
