78 Feudal Lords Life in a Russian Roulette (2/2)
Deviating 100 day lifespan
Now Altering the law of Metaphysics....
Paradigm Shift Dark By Default
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As Jaiden exclaimed the words, suddenly the whole place of once painstakingly bright yellow, became as black as charcoal, and his perspective began to darken in its edges, and there's this overlay displaying the current numeric data of the execration of his Paradigm Shift that he perceives to only be understood by someone like the Illegal Autonomous Maid.
Inside that cramped, sealed-off place which is now utterly black like the literary depiction of the deepest pit of oblivion, Jaiden was becoming something that he never anticipated. A metamorphosis that is the primal cause of his first time altering a natural law whilst being ultimately human at physique but as an otherworldly being at heart and mentality.
His torn clothes then began to be enshrouded by this thick cloud of surrounding darkness forming this bleak veil and noble apparel encrusted with the voidness of the universe before the first rays of light came to be...His eyes, utterly changed in color. His scleras are now as black as ink and his irises begin to take the shape, color, and demeanor of potent solar eclipses symbolizing the light's inadequacy and frailty in his presence.
And his overall facade, as though being sipped out of a hundred days via mere seconds, began to alter and show these inversed effects of like having your life from the core of a soul extracted out hastily by an unknown force subject to serve the Ethereal paradigm...
His hair's edges turned ash grey and became longer than it was and his fingernails began to be black as if he was one with those who got affected by the worst pandemic that stroke humanity some centuries ago.
And in his hand, the empty pen which is considered as his main weapon came to be and like a sponge soaking up water, so it did absorb some of the surrounding darkness filling it again, but not with ink, but with pure darkness. Then out of his hand, it then altered its minuscule physical form and became three large Celtic crosses all enchained with each other also having one identical design, one positioned in his left, one in the right, and the third, one relatively larger than the other two and than himself positioned at his back...
It's like if he, himself became an unpredictable overlord, whose life is laid in a constant gamble of a Russian Roulette.
Inside, Jaiden was cognizant of the most obvious changes and some of his transformation happening amidst the space where he is sealed, but outside, out on the battlefield, he has no idea of the significant changes as of the moment.
Outside, where Shiro, in her 'Bloody Butterfly' form with the assistance of the Synthesized Angel, is taking flight on the air, watching the three million foot soldiers drawing nearer and nearer, then came a strange visage of the slightly chipped full moon...
From its complete crimson color due to the Kurenai's manifestations, to now, like its being enshrouded by this thick shadow, like its being eaten slowly by a powerful unseen singularity. And then, like a black disk in front of the blood moon, the darkness came to be, causing a weirdly new eclipse, such that has never been seen before, and one, that science will utterly fail to comprehend...
Seeing the changes, from the blood moon to a bloody eclipse, the three million-foot soldiers ceased their synchronized march to marvel at the scenery that even they have no recollection of seeing their entire lives...
”Hey, Shiro-san... Have you seen the dark side of the moon?” Asked the Kurenai to the little girl in her subconscious...
”Mee too... Let's see it together, shall we? Oni-chama is also here!”
And then it was not yonder that the iron maiden where Jaiden has been sealed was becoming unstable of the power that it's holding...
A crack appears, slowly disintegrating the sealing tool and from there, a massive beam of darkness breaches out, reaching the dark and slightly blood tainted skies, making the ground tremble of whatever it is that is to appear, catalyzing the departure of the once avid strength of the three million opponents approaching, replacing it with hopelessness and utter despair, and turning to dust... the iron maiden.
And from there...one with a demeanor of a calm Feudal Overlord appears...
”Okaerinasai... Oni-chama!” (English: Welcome back... Oni-chama!) The soaring blood-winged butterfly exclaimed...