The Summoner had no time to react. Space twisted, and the scene before his eyes changed completely.
Rock, companions, and enemy vanished in an instant. In their place was an endless expanse of mist.
The Earth beneath him was soft and sticky to the touch. High in the sky hung a writhing, pale crescent moon.
The entire space was deathly silent; even the sound of his own breathing and heartbeat had disappeared.
No, it wasn't completely silent.
From the far distance came unintelligible whispers and sobs, the sounds twisted and sharp, boring straight into the depths of his Soul.
"An illusion?! A Spiritual Attack?!"
The Deep Gray Tentacle User, overcome with shock and rage, frantically unleashed the Spiritual Energy within him, attempting to tear this bizarre space apart.
Beams of Spiritual Energy shot out, but like stones cast into the ocean, they only created brief ripples in the gray mist before being utterly devoured.
