'How long has it been,' I grumbled as I was standing at the top of the last nail in my sea of consciousness.
All nine Stakes have now been fully disabled. And looking at my palms there was a symbol on them. It looks like the symbol of a small black flame. But only I know the reality behind this thing.
Considering everything I've been learning from these spikes.
These Soul Sealing Stakes are actually not meant to be used like this. These are all fakes. The real thing is far nastier than this. Well… whatever this is, it was still a good opportunity to learn more.
I've been stuck with that twisted fucker for god knows how long. I've already given up on getting rescued a couple of years back, years, yeah, it felt like years had gone by. But I didn't really care.
Because evading that bastard had been pretty simple after a couple of months of torture.
