"Re...turn. Com...plete. Fo...rm..." the eyed hand spoke.
It was chanting ritualistic codes, codes to reform the missing ninth chain.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The chains vibrated, even more than they did before the chant.
Glow!
They glowed brighter and spread apart, creating space for the ninth.
Between the fourth and fifth chain, a gap pulsed.
The hand's eye focused, the red light intensifying and pouring into that gap that had been created between the fourth and the fifth chain.
Something sprouted out of Makun's spirit body.
It started quite small, pulsing with vibrant red, and then it sprouted like tumorous veins of rusted steel pushing through the translucent flesh of his soul, thickening and coiling with the sluggish greed of parasitic vines.
Flicker!
Makun's spirit body struggled to collapse, for the pain was more than what it could support.
However, even unconscious, Makun's body knew it could not let this happen.
BOOM!
