From the greatest high to the lowest low, Zura could not help but to be astonished. One moment, he was experiencing a sense of satisfaction that he could only ever imagine to exist in the world of mortals, and then he was experiencing an equally engrossing sensation once again. Only this time, it was in the other direction.
Zura wrapped his arms around his body and held himself as tightly as he possibly could in order to stop himself from screaming. He squeezed his eyes closed, gritted his teeth, shook his head until he was sure a concussion had long since come and gone, and then he laid down, or fell down might be more appropriate. He allowed his body to just fall.
His first instinct was to immediately move his mind away from conscious pain and occupy his subconscious mind, however it may have instinct, but he felt that if he let go in that moment, then he would surely regret it. And, in the next instant, he knew why. He started to feel the changes happening in his body. He could feel his wing reestablishing itself and his bones growing larger. He could feel the muscle fibers and tendons expanding and contracting. He could feel his heartbeat thumping at an unnatural pace and he blood flowing through his body moving like racehorses around a track. But none of those changes were the ones that required his attention. While he felt that he could influence them in some way, the most important change was the one occurring beyond his mind, in his soul.
He could the energy of the dungeon being drawn into his body, straight through the center of his forehead and continuously merging with a piece of himself that he had never noticed was there. He could feel the foreign energies merging with that part of himself and he could feel his mind slipping further and further away with his will growing muddled, as if he was becoming one with the dungeon. A pure soul made completely of energy and no ego. He knew he could not let that happen. While it might sound like a positive occurrence, essentially it would mean that he no longer had the drive nor the desires that led him to be the person that he was. He would evolve not only in body and mind, but in his very sense of being. The instincts that drove him. He could practically feel the energy flowing into his body telling him to submit to enlightenment. Seek serenity. Peace. If he could spare the effort he would laugh directly at the sentiment. He was no Buddha, nor was he even a believer in spreading peace. People were free to do whatever they wanted to do as long as they didn't get in his way. He was somebody who sought absolute control over himself and anybody who attempted to take that from him would be dominated. Plain and Simple. Submit or get the fuck out the way. Which is exactly what he was going to do to that energy's will. He opened his eyes and struggled to his feet.