[You have met the necessary sacrifice — activation of the [Black Ice of Wechuge] has begun.]
The seed of anarchy buried in Will's heart finally cracked open.
[A crystal of Wechuge has made contact with you…]
His eyes began to change the dark pupils became a blue hue, his hair a complete and utter white, like the falling snowflakes in winter.
From his heart, Will was dragged into another world where winter ruled. Over the horizon was a throne chiseled from a mountain. On it was a reclining Giant, a being so huge if it stands its head would pierce the clouds.
Its skin was dark blue, its eyes like sapphire, and for its head was the skull of a deer.
"We meet again, Human."
"So, we did… Devil."
The two exchanged gazes; they were so far apart it would seem impossible, but this world was made in their mind, shared between the two, like a dreamscape, but honest. Wechuge raised his hand, and a human scale of his figure appeared before Will.
"I thought you wouldn't call for me?"
