In truth, if the Celestial Demons had been willing, they wouldn't have been imprisoned by the Seal for so many long years, not with the strange abilities of the True Spirit System and the contingency plans they'd left behind.
For one, the grievous injuries from the great war had plunged their wills into a long slumber. For another, remaining within the Seal was a strategic move to avoid provoking another counterattack from the world's will while they searched for a way to overcome it.
Besides, this method of escaping the Seal—using Celestial Demon Blood and a fragmented will—was not without its drawbacks.
"You're awake? Desolate?"
Doctor Nightmare wiped away the blood that was seeping from Hui Ming's every orifice and looked at the man before him, now a completely different person, before asking the question.
"This gray mist... this feeling... you're 'Nightmare'?"
