Trick watched the eerie sight before him with uneasy eyes, a slight hint of fright knocking at the doors of his heart in that very moment.
Like an essence stone, the girl's eyes which were formerly painted in a light green coloration suddenly pulsated, a radiant gleam glistening through them to reveal a sinister red glow.
But perhaps it was her voice that put Trick most on edge. Once sounding like a gentle flower, the girl had abandoned her deceitful manner of enunciation, transforming her tone of voice into something much darker.
Her voice seemed to morph as she spoke, slowly growing in a deeper, darker and yet strangely familiar tone of articulation.
"I guess there's no need to keep on pretending."
The girl — no, watching the dreadful switch of demeanor showcased by the Void beast.
