The darkness surged again.
His spiritual body buckled, and he felt another piece of himself disappear.
Then, through the suffocating pressure, he sensed something.
A familiar presence.
Distant, but unmistakable.
Wolfy.
Ethan's thoughts caught on the name like a drowning man catching a rope.
His beast was out there, residing within its own domain in his Beast Space, which was hosted within him. They were connected at a spiritual level, and that connection had only grown stronger with every fight and every moment they had shared.
The connection hadn't disappeared.
Even now, with his soul being consumed, it remained.
'Wolfy!'
Ethan didn't know whether his call travelled through sound, thought, or something deeper. He only knew that he reached for the connection with everything he had left.
For an instant, nothing happened.
The tentacles continued dragging him towards the void. The darkness pressed against his face, and Ethan felt his thoughts beginning to slip away again.
