(Two days later)
Simon sat in a meditative position inside a room that had nothing in it. It had no bed, no chair, no table, absolutely nothing.
Just a room with walls, a floor, and a ceiling.
One would think Simon was a sitting corpse because he barely made any movement. The only reason why would realize that Simon was alive and not dead is because of the rising and falling of his chest.
His breathing was slow, quiet, and rhythmic.
And with every inhale he took, silver mist gathered at the edges of his lips for a second before disappearing.
And when he exhaled, the air close to his nostrils turned orange for a second before vanishing.
If the Pallbearers saw that Simon was absorbing, circulating, and refining the demonic energy in the air so that he could make his chaos flame burn brighter, the shock, suspicions, and wariness they have had concerning Simon would increase by several degrees once again.
