It was a tall humanoid figure whose body was composed entirely of black matter that twisted in various ways. On its face, it had a beige mask with two black eyes from which drops of blood were falling.
Flain quickly turned and stepped back. He looked around himself and at the figure. In this space, he truly felt strange; he had never been here before, yet he felt safe, the feeling most comparable to being in a house he had lived in since birth.
The figure also looked around.
"You're only Stage 3, and yet your soul already has some kind of image. You have such a strong tendency toward a domain already at Stage 3? You're a very interesting person. One could say it's a shame that I will take over your body. But if I let you go, I would gain nothing." A very unpleasant sound came from the figure.
But then the figure looked Flain straight in the eyes.
"You have very interesting ey—" it began to say, but suddenly stopped.
