A cluster of ghostly blue flames flicker.
Shawn's tall and slender figure stands silently in the center of the ritual array, countless pieces of knowledge transform into silver runes encircling his palm, surrounded by a deep darkness, as if plunged into a silent and traceless black hole. In the deepest part of that darkness, pairs of indistinct eyes quietly watch him. As Shawn's power grows, the rejection force of the plane law he feels becomes ever stronger; the laws of the Realm of Reality are somewhat unable to accommodate his existence.
Shawn ignores the countless pairs of eyes emerging in the surrounding darkness, those are observers of the Spirit Realm, voyeurs; in the past, when he manipulated the power of the Spirit Realm, it was like a small pebble falling into a lake, but now he is a giant stone crashing into it. Unless he can conceal his traces, he is destined to attract the attention of these Spirit Realm voyeurs, who are usually harmless.
