The sense of dread that Phos felt only grew as at this moment, he began to feel the soul that he was thinking with...a sliver of it began to be eaten away and disappear.
He wanted to reach out and defend, but he couldn't even feel any essence or even rouse any part of his soul!
The dread only increased.
'I was wrong...'
He couldn't bellow out, so he spoke within his soul as loudly as he could in hopes of the other side hearing his words.
But there was no reply. The dread in his soul grew as Phis once more realized he didn't know how much time had passed.
He only wondered in the darkness as he began to count the seconds.
'10...1,000...1 Million...'
He tried to steer his soul in any direction as he truly couldn't feel anything!
He continued to count down the seconds.
He counted until a whole day passed.
'Is he just keeping us all hostage? He can keep the skill up for this long?"
The dread in Phos' heart only increased as he continued to count!
A week passed.
The dread entirely gave way to fear.
A year passed.
At this point, Phos' soul was numb as more and more slivers were lost, with the constant nothingness around him having nearly driven him crazy as other Reverends...he felt like they wouldn't have even lasted a day!
But his soul was strong, so he continued to count.
A hundred years passed.
filled Phos' soul as it
being should be able to cast an ability like this for such a
block away even sensation and vision, maybe
this whole time as he shouldn't be
waited long enough, he would
A thousand years passed.
he take our bodies and keep them locked in a domain this
in Phos's soul began to give way to countless
Ten thousand years passed.
far more than Phos
A million years passed.
barely
soul felt empty as countless
Despair filled his heart.
his soul as every now and then, he screamed out hoping the other side could hear
hundred million
all, he was counting this whole
where
moment,
His soul was blank.
not a sliver of it remaining that could be filled
He felt nothing.
Absolutely and utterly nothing.
'If only...'
million years, this thought had
years, he couldn't
and nothing around him...he felt like he was
the moment he had this
thought process of the one known as Phos ceased to
of Existence
felt a great strain as just with the passing of a few nanoseconds, he felt like his soul was churning like
the cast Anti-Mana in just a few nanoseconds after
didn't need to keep it active any longer- and he couldn't bear the cost to keep it
that he didn't need to. Because for
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