When Astaroth touched the souls inside Kloud's body, his mind was already working on how to separate them and pull out the demon. It wouldn't be a simple task.
He had to pull apart two souls in the process of fusing, without damaging Kloud's. This would require finesse, which he knew he sucked at.
But as soon as his hand came into contact with the black flames surrounding Kloud's soul, he was already feeling the pushback. Plowing through with his superior soul strength, he touched Kloud's soul, anyway.
Contrarily to all his stints into mind spaces, this time, he didn't end up in black nothingness. Instead, he landed in a strange, white environment, with no way to discern a ceiling or walls.
He looked around, trying to find something he could guide himself with. But there was nothing around.
Only white surroundings, as far as his eyes could see.
