As Silk sat there with Merciless' head resting on her lap, he was fast asleep, his mind deep in the sea of subliminal slumber. Her eyes flashed for a minute as she sensed a change in Merciless' being, but something was odd.
She couldn't put her fingers around it; her facet had without a doubt been passed on to him, but something was different. Normally, when someone becomes a manifestation of nothingness, their being begins to fade into nonexistence as they are recreated from nothing.
But this was different; she could feel and sense it; Merciless had successfully assimilated into the ranks of a Manifestation, but his body had not vanished, and his disturbed face which had previously resulted from seeing and feeling what being a manifestation implied, which would naturally strain the mind and drive one insane if their will was weak. And yet, it was as if what he witnessed was nothing more than a brief nightmare.
