As soon as he did so, an intensely overwhelming intent flooded him, threatening to drown out his thoughts entirely. Even Grey's spirit body trembled under the weight of it, shaken to its very core. His sea of consciousness grew dim and unsteady, and his spirit sea churned more violently than ever before, as though something vast and ancient had stirred awake within him.
Right then, Grey felt as if the sword's will was rising up with the singular intent to eviscerate his spirit body from existence entirely. However, this time, Grey's eyes narrowed slightly as he released the full extent of his power as a spirit body, asserting his dominance within his own sea of consciousness.
"This is my sea of consciousness. I hold the power here!" Grey spoke in a low, commanding voice, and immediately called upon the suppressive power of the purple crystal lodged in his chest. Suddenly, a purple suppressive light descended from the sky above and landed squarely upon the sword.
