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?'
