Rachael's mind was a blank canvas of darkness. She knew she was looking at the world, and her power was eroding it, but she could not feel anything while doing it.
Her body had its consciousness, and Rachael had taken a back seat.
'I need to control my body. I cannot allow it to do whatever it wants. People will die if I do not control my strength.'
Rachael knew this, yet she could not do anything about it. She did not have enough strength to control her body or will it to listen to her.
[-control yourself. Are you—I cannot—Rachael–]
Louch was trying to contact Rachael, and it was a shame she could not reply. Her mind had forgotten how to speak as well.
'Louch is speaking to me, right? It might be important. I need to pay attention-'
A sudden surge of power forced her thoughts back to their place. Concentrating and remembering what she wanted to became difficult for Rachael.
