Leonidas could feel his sense of self running thin, like sand slipping from his fingers. It wouldn't be inaccurate to say he was forgetting why he had even done this in the first place.
Bam—!
He slammed his head into the ruby wall of the container, blood dripping from his forehead, but it worked. He snapped back, his mind coming to a jarring stop as implications of what had just happened to him ran through him like cold water after waking up.
Hurry…I must hurry.
Abandoning every shred of…everything, Leonidas dived straight into the imaginative world, the black void greeting him with a similar cold indifference.
His cerulean eyes calmly gazed into the void, then raised both his hands, massive pieces of ruby forming from nothing.
They moved in tandem, working like a singular body. They were massive, like petals of what had once been the pinnacle of Bloom.
