The scene within the Inner World was miraculous. Igor felt he had once again gained something new. Yet he was confused as to why the previously life-infused spell hadn't appeared. Igor still couldn't confirm what the Spirit was called; he intuitively felt that the thing was a talking spell.
This darkness exerted a profound pressure. Initially, Igor felt somewhat suffocated, but once he discovered the pattern, he knew how to adapt. Now, he withdrew his conscious rebellion and suppressed his own sharp edge, soaring freely within the darkness.
Whether this Inner World transformed into expansive skies or boundless cosmos, morphed into solid mountain ranges or infinite deserts, Igor could adapt to its changes. Like a fish, a bird, an ant, or a lizard, Igor hid within the murkiness, inconspicuously attuning himself to the darkness. He sought a glimmer of light, believing Stan Sol was one such point.
