William cried out in agony as he felt disoriented, waves of tearing pain radiating from his brain. Clutching his head tightly, he struggled to open his eyes against the blurry haze.
Amidst the agony, he could hear someone calling out to him desperately. "Master! Master!!"
With a jolt, William's eyes snapped open. "This..." he murmured in surprise, taking in his surroundings. Before him lay his familiar colourless mana, reaching towards the ceiling, with five spells floating silently and a bright golden text that was familiar.
"I'm in my mental space!" he exclaimed, realisation dawning upon him. But confusion quickly followed. "Wasn't my body taken over by the eight elder, already?" he muttered, his face contorted with puzzlement.
"Master, luckily it looks like you're awake now," came a cheerful feminine voice from inside the golden text.
"Lily, what happened to me?" William asked, his frown deepening as he sought answers.
