"Go home to your daddy, kid," Molihik replied, spitting in Death's face before disappearing, reappearing some miles away. Molihik's spit was black as night and began to spread across Death's face, burning. Corrupting. Death knew corruption as well, but he could not be near as talented at it as Molihik.
After all, Molihik WAS decay. And you didn't fuck with decay.
The negi army had already pretty much been destroyed. The negi-reapers, on the other hand, had not. They, too, began to raise Negative Spiritual Energy barriers to defend them from Reaper attacks. Their scythes slowly absorbed the spiritual energy that made up the reaper barriers, serving to further strengthen the Negative Spiritual Energy barriers.