The darkness was boundless and seemed everlasting.
Lucien was floating in this space. The certain power in his chest was shouting some words that he was not able to hear clearly. But the words were so powerful that the darkness almost started to surge, as if a storm was going to arrive.
Suddenly, dark green vines quickly rose from the ground beside Lucien's feet and tightened their grip around him within a couple of seconds. The dark red thorns on them were covered with dried human blood, and the dangerous sweet smell from it could paralyze people easily.
Lucien tried very hard. He tried to cast spells, but there was no spiritual power left in this strange space.
The thorns fiercely stabbed into Lucien's body and the unbearable pain made him cry out loud like Elvis. And, at the same time, his whole body felt frozen.
However, the great pain woke Lucien up. Rays of light that were too bright to look at came into space and pierced the darkness.
