Pain persisted, yet Ybur's heart maintained a clarity.
The Root Chakra leaped, and the intense pain tore his conscious world into spotted fragments. In a daze, Ybur saw the figure of Saraphido standing on the Ritual platform suddenly distort, chaotic lines intertwining into the texts of the Abyss.
The Faceless... Master...
The Demon God from the Abyss rose like a colossal mountain, bringing with it a shadow that crushed everything from beneath the earth, and from its oozing fluids emerged 38,000 spherical eyes rotating smoothly. Ybur felt neither sorrow nor joy; the pain from Flesh-sculpting induced synesthesia, blending all senses into one. The pain, like a twisted centipede, crawled over his Eye Point, the red legs of the insect leaving behind screams of varying tones with each touch, forming what strangely resembled a song.
Ybur suddenly remembered the Blood Sea Wheel of the Void Ghost King.
...How did he do it?
