The onlookers stood agape, staring at the unfolding scene before them.
The scattered chunks of Ghana's body, eerily moving as if they each possessed a separate life, began converging towards the center, eventually vanishing into utter darkness.
A black vortex materialized from nowhere, pulsating with an overwhelming surge of dark energy.
John, gripping the Divine Palace in hand, had his eyes burning with intensity.
He had known all along that Ghana wouldn't be so easily defeated.
Being a true Devil, one of the world's mightiest deities, the resilience of its life force was, naturally, unparalleled.
After all, a starving camel is still larger than a horse, even when gravely wounded...
From the midst of the black vortex, an arm, its skin dark and speckled with tiny red glows, suddenly shot out.
Then, as if tearing the very fabric of space, the unscathed Soul-Devouring Devil Ghana sprung forth.