Previously
His closed eyes shielded him from the visual cacophony, allowing him to retreat into his inner sanctuary. In this realm of his own making, he faced an enigma – the Sage, a master of 'Sei,' whose eyes remained closed yet brimming with an inexplicable confidence.
In this quiet interlude, Willow felt a shift in the atmosphere. Although this 'empty space' existed solely within his mind, the Sage seemed to sense it too. A subtle curl formed at the corners of the Sage's lips, a knowing smile that transcended the boundaries of their inner world.
Willow was acutely aware that his chances of defeating the Sage, given his current state, were slim at best. Yet, Willow's 'chi,' the essence of the world's life force, surged within him, like a river flowing with a purpose. It whispered to him, urging him not to back down, to stand his ground against this formidable adversary. There was a rhythm in his veins, like the beat of a war drum, urging him to rise to the occasion.
