The Omniversal Merchant

The scene was eerily silent.

Not a single fluctuation of spiritual energy accompanied the event—

Only a quiet, creeping erasure.

Phaseless Demon Monk watched in horror as his body vanished before his very eyes.

One blink—his arms were gone.

Another—his torso faded.

It was as if his very existence had been erased from reality.

But just as his body completely disappeared, a golden light shot out from where he once stood.

Upon closer inspection, the light revealed itself to be a miniature figure.

It had his face. His features. His essence.

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