As Alfred's voice fell, the Spiritual Field around him surged wildly like a flood breaking its banks! It was not just a simple quantitative change, but also a qualitative transformation, as if it had connected to some distant and terrifying source of Death.
Behind him, the originally faintly visible giant black shadow suddenly became clear and solid!
It was a terrifying silhouette beyond words, seemingly woven from the purest shadows and Death Rules, constantly twisting and changing.
At times, it resembled a giant humanoid shrouded in a tattered cloak, at other times transforming into a twisted mass of flesh covered in countless wailing faces, and sometimes spreading into a patch of absolute darkness that devoured light... the only constant was the extreme stillness and sense of finality that froze the soul, emanating from it!
Lynch's face grew somber.
