The transition was near instant, as Ignotus seemed to have grown used to it.
One moment, he was lying on a soft mattress; the next, he was standing in absolute white.
He stepped forward, his boots clicking on a floor that rippled.
Ignotus was back, deep in the depths of his Soul.
He stood at the familiar gateway, the long path leading up to Eris's manor.
Usually, this place was a void of comforting white.
It was his sanctuary, his mental fortress.
But as Ignotus looked up, his jaw tightened.
The sky above was...
'Damned.'
Indeed, it wasn't the same black anymore.
More than a month ago, when he had pushed himself to the absolute limit fighting ten Pythons, the dark sky of his Soul had cracked just a little.
A hairline fracture, nothing a little rest couldn't fix.
But this?
This was a shattered mosaic.
