Chapter 60: Not Enough
Darian felt like he was at the bottom of a dark, freezing pool. That coldness seeped into his soul, slowly draining all his warmth and strength. Everything stayed like that, swallowed by complete nothingness, for a time he couldn't even begin to count.
...
Until something shifted. He felt the space around him become a bit lighter.
That Risen Lord had probably redirected most of his power to something else—maybe he sensed danger. That loosened the seal on Darian a little. But still, he was sealed and too weak to resist.
At least now, he could use his senses.
Focusing on the surroundings, he clearly felt: he was in the same place as the others who had been captured. All around him were thousands of souls, completely unconscious in the middle of that darkness.
He tried to move...
It was almost impossible. Like being stuck in a pool of sludge—every tiny movement demanded an insane amount of effort.
'Shit... the level of this guy's black power is way too high. What the hell can I even do?'
He thought, nearly panicking. He was probably already inside the Risen Lord's real body—inside that abyssal heart of his.
If only the Spiritual Guardians with multiple rings could help... But he was the only one who managed to stay conscious in this mess.