The seal continued to do its job, draining more power from the two specters, one phantom and one wraith.
Crow continued to pour Nether inside the Chaos Ritual.
But the ritual was not stabilizing. The Chaos Ritual lit and dim like it could break at any moment.
"Not enough Chaos, huh. I thought I gave it enough already." The black cat squinted its eyes.
Mater opened his mouth and spat out another ten Chaos Spheres. The spheres floated around the Abyssal Seal, pushing the fusion further.
The phantom and the wraith continued to be drained. The helmet cracked. The mass tore. They couldn't be fused into one. There wasn't enough connection between them.
"Tch. They can't be fused. The phantom is a pure mental projection while the wraith is pure physical mass. There is no aspect for the two of them to join."
Suddenly, a light bulb appeared on the black cat metaphorically.
It flicked its paw and called over the Dark Grimoire. The leathery book flipped to page 18th.
