Something inside Ethan was being ripped loose by the demon's blood ritual.
His soul.
For one horrifying instant, Ethan felt as though his entire existence had been pulled from his body. His vision blurred, and the physical sensation of the floor beneath him began to disappear. His limbs felt distant, as though they belonged to someone else.
Then the pull became overwhelming.
Ethan's consciousness was hurled forward, dragged through something he couldn't see or understand.
Toward Mark.
Toward whatever waited inside his mind.
The room vanished, his body vanished, and everything was consumed by darkness.
Outside, Kaela stared at the ritual circle in open disbelief.
Mark's body twitched violently on the floor while Ethan's suddenly went completely still. The crimson markings continued glowing around both of them, pulsing with the immense mana the demon was pouring into the connection.
Kaela slowly looked toward the demon.
"Well..."
She shook her head slightly.
