Waiting to get a reaction from his mana again, Astaroth thought hard about how to reach the cabin. He could tell by how the demon was trying to breach into it, this was where Kloud's mind had locked itself.
The mind and the soul were so strongly connected that it was hard to corrupt one, without corrupting or controlling the other, as well. Astaroth didn't know how Kloud locked his mind like this, but he had done well.
As his mind received the feedback he had waited for, another whip of black flames lashed out at him. But this time, he didn't dodge it, keeping his mind on the cabin.
As the flaming whip lashed across his back, leaving a burning streak on his armour, Astaroth ignored the pain and damage number floating up on his interface.
His mind locked on the cabin, feeling like it was suddenly closer.
'Hmm?'
