Elias could feel himself slipping away and something rising to take his place. The fact that he was still able to think at the moment was all because his mind had been split in two, and so he could exist a bit outside his body.
But he could not do anything.
The golden light completely devoured every single tornado of vitality, but instead of becoming brighter, it turned black at the edges, and it was as if it was transforming into something more real, and Elias knew without any doubt that the moment that happened, he would die.
He knew it with such certainty that he did not doubt it.
The hundred pools of Lumina that had been filled with blood began to drain, not into Elias, but through him, as though he had become a conduit to somewhere else.
Somewhere deeper, older. There was a bright flash in both of his consciousness, and Elias' mind flashed with fractured images that slowly resolved themselves into a scene from a nightmare.
