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.
paranoia filled Phos' soul as it didn't make sense
be able to cast an ability like this
could block away even sensation and vision, maybe the time he
the seconds this
he waited long enough, he would be able to
A thousand years passed.
he take our bodies and keep them locked in a domain this whole time, never fully waking us
Phos's soul began to give way to countless
Ten thousand years passed.
far more than Phos had lived
A million years passed.
could barely
felt empty as countless
Despair filled his heart.
regret filled every part of his soul as every now and then, he screamed out hoping
hundred million years
to have passed...after all, he was counting this whole
see, where
this moment,
His soul was blank.
was not a sliver of it remaining
He felt nothing.
Absolutely and utterly nothing.
'If only...'
thought had begun to repeat
years, he
felt like he
he had this
the one known
sliver of Existence entirely
just with the passing of a few nanoseconds, he felt like his soul was churning like an engine
cast Anti-Mana in just a few
he couldn't bear the cost to keep it active
that he didn't need to. Because for the enemies within
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