-The youma let out a demonic cry as the blade sliced past his hand. A countering backfist would hopefully rid him of that pest...-

Fighting against fate is pointless. This is my destiny. I will reign here on a throne of your bones, Riful. I will take everything from you. And all will pay me tribu--

-Something was wrong. Why... why did he suddenly feel pain?-

... What?! WHAT?!

-It soon became apparent that the Soul Eater's power was not leaving the area it was containing. In fact. it seemed to be focusing inward.-