As a purple beam of mana shot out of the ghost's magic circle, Vice saw everything in front of him go dark as he felt like he was falling down an endless canyon.
'Am I going to die?' He asked himself as he felt his body crumble, extremely weak, while the two pentagrams around his yellow Magic Gem seemed to turn gray as if they were turning to stone.
As they cracked, Vicente felt the mana in his body slowly disappear as his consciousness grew weaker and weaker.
Tud! Tud!
His heart pounded harder, and as he closed his eyes, Vicente found himself back in his worst nightmare, where he and his family were fleeing from a rain of high-level remnant attacks.
Seeing a giant piece of bone fall on his mother once again, Vicente felt like he was in hell, remembering all the feelings of that time.
'Mom...'
His consciousness reappeared as his deteriorating situation stopped worsening, and his mana held firm in its defensive position.
