The darkness roiling behind the Prime Shadow lingered, twisting and turning ominously, making the Prime Shadow look like a reaper of death. The Sword-Saint narrowed his eyes as he stared at the Prime Shadow. His mouth curled with obvious agitation as he instantly realized this situation was far more complicated than he had initially guessed.
"Prime Shadow," the Yang-Sovereign nodded his head. The Mage-Sovereign did the same, her amused smile returning as if she was enjoying what was unfolding before her. She glanced sideways at the Sword-Saint, her amused smile widening as she saw his expression.
The Prime Shadow greeted them in return, then shifted his gaze back to the Sword-Saint once more. The two locked eyes for a short while, silence filling the room. Suddenly, the Prime Shadow's aura flared for an instant, so quick as if it had never happened.