[You defeated him... or did you? The boy lies there, black ink oozing from his eyes, shrouding him until two stick-like red eyes emerge It ascends a bit, enveloped in a swirling mass of black liquid ink., two black tendrils resembling magic extend from his hand. He speaks to himself, but in a different voice—darker and deeper.]

"You're a fool. You truly depend on me to defeat this brat."

It laughs now pointing at you.

"Y O U. =)"