Time slowly passed, and before anyone realized it, seven days had gone by. During those seven days, Grey remained inside his office without stepping outside even once.
If one were to see him now, they would find him sitting cross-legged with his eyes tightly shut, immersed in a state of profound meditation.
Grey had maintained this posture for the past several days. He barely moved, devoting every ounce of his concentration to shattering more Spirit Perforations hidden throughout his body.
Beneath his feet, his pitch-black shadow continuously writhed and twisted, silently keeping watch over his surroundings. If someone looked closely, they would discover that within the darkness lurked a single blood-red eye. It gazed at the world with cold, malevolent intent, like a lurking predator patiently waiting for prey to reveal an opening.
