A gigantic black crow crossed the void and alighted on a vast, blinding white ice field.
Snow flew up in a flurry, mingling with the Magic Power surging from the crow's body, forming a hazy mass of Mist. Sunlight fell upon that Mist, and it seemed to turn into a huge white egg with indistinct edges; the smear of black shadow within was already vague and blurred, making it impossible to discern the crow's shape.
Inside the giant egg.
The black crow was curled into a ball, both wings folded over its belly, its head lolling to one side, its eyes drained of spirit. It was dead. Undeniably. Its feathers were slowly disintegrating one by one, and the Magic Power dissipating from it melted directly into the void, as though it had never existed in this World.
"—So this is Dao-ization!"
