FWIP!
Teleporting above the Demon Pill consumers, the mysterious hooded figure nonchalantly folded his arms over each other. His eyes then scrutinized the ailed Soul Transformation Realm Demons. A small, content smile formed as he used his hands to draw and manipulate a clock-like spell.
His joy only exponentially multiplied after the predictions were finished. Clearly, the future favored him.
"S-Sir! Kuk! W… What is happening to us!? Pl-Please save me!"
"Hum?" The mysterious hooded figure turned toward Igron, apathetically watching as his skin convulsed and bubbled. "You want me to save you?"
Hope flooded the hearts of the Demons as they begged.
"Fine, then," said the mysterious hooded figure. "I shall give you salvation."
"!!!" "!!!" "!!!"
A wave of a hand!
That was all it took for the consciousnesses of the Soul Transformation Realm Demons to be wiped clean!
