On a night not long after the rumored majestic shadow disappears, Judai will find himself swallowed by his own shadows once again.

But rather than the dark, cold, almost suffocating sensation of his initial recruitment, the darkness feels as if it's swelling with power, energizing Judai for every moment he's engulfed in the void.

Wails of despairs swirl around, frightening, inky shadow like beasts circle him, but he'll feel no fear from these beings. In fact, it's almost like they've been waiting for him. . .

Soon, whispers cut through the darkness, and it's unmistakable who is speaking. She is here.

"Well done, pet," the whispers coo with praise. "All those pathetic creatures, agonized with fear; how simply divine. Such a display earns a reward does it not?"

The beasts and ghostly beings of despair dissolve into the darkness, all whirling around Judai.

"Dearest pet, use this darkness for my bidding. And should that not be enough. . ." the whispers cackle. "Strike down those would who would oppose me with your burning passion."

There's a sudden, blinding bright crack of light, and Judai will find himself back where ever he was. Now with both his powers of light and darkness.