I was weak, exhausted and immersed in endless pain, everything in me was changing even now, my Soul was undergoing the greatest and most painful of changes to the point that I didn't fully understand what was happening.
When I was being dragged somewhere beyond the portal to the Dimensional Dragon, I heard screams and many people talking, but my mind was not in a state to comprehend the words, even my recent discovery of my will as something real was not exempt from the change I was now undergoing, everything I am was in flux on the threshold of a transformation I could not control.
My conscience works more on instinct than on rational thought, that's how I let myself be dragged once again and when I entered a comfortable place that I recognized as the Dungeon.
