Before him stood a figure that defied the conventional realm. A soul, its ethereal form translucent and marked by a radiant sky-blue hue, hovered suspended before him.
Jaegar's groan resonated through the chamber, reflecting result of the mental strain he had just endured.
The weight of his experiences seemed to press upon him, as if he had carried a colossal burden upon his very thoughts.
With his eyes tightly shut and his brows furrowed in concentration, he wrestled to discern the source of the voice that had unsettled his psyche. The spectral echoes lingered.
"Child, you there?" The voice resonated once more, reaching through the murkiness that clung to his consciousness.
It was an entity, an ethereal presence, that had recognized him and sought to control him, trying to take over his body.
