Back in the manor, in the hidden depths of the former lord's chamber, the chrysalis pulsed. Black mist coiled around it, humming with a corrupt power that filled the walls with a low, steady vibration.
Inside, Leon hung suspended, his soul form adrift in a vast void.
He was calm. Strangely so. But panic clawed at the edges of his mind, but he forced it down. Getting agitated won't help.
'Just breath'
Even without lungs, he mimicked the act, inhaling and exhaling slowly. The small rhythm gave him focus, a tether in the endless dark.
But calm was difficult. The void itself pressed against his thoughts, needling at him, stirring agitation. The corruption was subtle, whispering chaos and urging him to break.
He closed his eyes tighter.
'So… how do I get out of this?'
Brute force, the usual answer was useless here. He could feel it. His strength had no weight in this place. His options were limited, painfully so.
