Darkness.
Void.
That's all what Pith could see and feel. He couldn't feel his own skin. He couldn't feel the box that he was in. It felt like he was hanging in he void.
The worst part is, he felt powerless. He couldn't move his energy no matter how much he tried. In fact, the more he tried, the worse it became.
Soon, he couldn't feel any energy anymore. He couldn't move at all.
His struggle became futile.
The next moment, Sam appeared out of thin air.
"It's been a while. I am feeling itchy."
He tapped the coffin lightly.
"So, what's next?"
Ivar asked.
"I am going to capture him and place him in a very special place. I have something special planned for him."
With a wave of his hand, the chessboard Sam hadn't used in a long time, came out and absorbed the coffin along with Elder Pith Inside.
Then, he took out the dimensional drifter to take all the managers away along with him.
