"Tell me, what do you fear the most..." The gentle voice rang in Theora's ears as his ghostly green eyes became confused, the picture of that monstrosity flashing at the back of his mind as he unknowingly twitched.
"Oh, I see..." Zeras whispered as he felt his consciousness sucked away and into a dark place.
There was no light, a vast expanse of emptiness. His haze roamed this expanse as he suddenly sniffed the air, a smile appearing on his face later.
And immediately he became a blur moving with speed towards where he could sense the fear. There were hundreds of images around him, each flashing in and out of existence but he paid them no mind as he kept running finally sliding to a stop.
He had found what he wanted, the image in front of him. It was the figure of the image he needed, that he could say due to the fear of smell radiating from this image unlike any other.
