The Abyss Artist touched Wain's forehead as several waves came away from his fingertip, they looked like ripples in water, spreading around in large rings, then the world shook, distorting and gradually changing into something completely different.
Wain was puzzled as he in no way expected the Abyss Artist to do something like that, it all seemed to him something unreal. How could remembering one of his forms help him if there were only ten seconds left before his soul exploded? Moreover, the Abyss Artist remained mysterious even in this situation as he did not reveal any details to Wain, until the very last moment.
Whooooooooooooosh.
A bright white flash blinded Wain for a moment and after a while, he felt a cold current of wind.
"Where am I... ?" Wain uttered in a daze with wide-open eyes. He was floating high above the ground, but it wasn't some city or forest, this place was more like a real hell that for some reason appeared in the real world.
