[Ifrit] struggled with all his might but the chains tighten themselves, constraining him to even move unlike before like a python wrapping his prey.
Still he couldn’t give up here or he didn’t had any other choice because If what he had guessed is true then something more terrible than death is about to happen to him If nothing is done.
Soon the movement of Shadow’s arm inside his chest ceased moving but that didn’t brought relief to [Ifrit] because he knew that ‘It’ didn’t ceased his movement because ‘It’ had given up instead ‘It’ had found what ‘It’ was looking for.
And then the Shadow grabbed the ‘thing’ It was looking for and began to pull It’s arm out of [Ifrit’s] chest, along with that ‘thing’.
[Noooo! This can’t be happening! I the King of Spirits can’t die like thisss!!]
[Ifrit] shouted with fierce anger and unfairness in his voice, sensing his end near as each second passes.