Still within the silent confines of Port Thirty-Three, Grey stared at the scene before him with widened eyes.
The rusty nail had pierced into something invisible.
Although he could not see what it had struck, he knew with absolute certainty that it had stabbed into the mysterious being responsible for the horrifying massacre moments ago.
The moment the nail embedded itself, boundless madness and insatiable hunger erupted from its tiny body without the slightest restraint.
The aura was terrifying beyond words.
It did not merely radiate power.
It radiated insanity.
Grey felt a shiver run through his soul.
He had no doubt that if even a fraction of that madness and hunger had been directed toward him instead of the unseen existence, his mind, soul, and body would have collapsed long ago, leaving nothing behind.
The gap between him and the rusty nail was simply too great.
Fortunately, all of its malice was focused elsewhere.
