"Wh-what the hell was that...?" he muttered, his breath shaky. His mind raced, memories flashing before him—back when he had been the skeleton, absorbing the life force of those he killed. Was it the same now? Was the blade stealing souls?
A deep, resonating voice echoed within his mind, pulling him from his thoughts. The creature, the one that lived inside him, spoke with disdain. "Nothing but a cheap gimmick," it sneered, a trace of amusement in its voice. "Go ahead and pass out, weakling, so I can take control for a while."
Ty frowned, the corners of his vision already darkening. He sat down heavily, feeling exhaustion creeping through his body. He wasn't ready to sleep, not yet. "Why... why would me passing out let you take over?" he asked, trying to stay alert, his voice barely a whisper.
