"...Urgh..." Looks like it's time for me to go. My whole body is trembling and the Mana it releases is unstable. My "head" hurts. I feel like if I really had a head, it would violently explode from the released magic.
"It seems you've won our little game, Guardian. I couldn't catch you before time ran out... but don't worry, I'll try to come visit you here in the future." I smile at the guardian who watches me from a distance.
I stay calm as my body begins to dissolve, like mist. I bring my four hands together, molding my own soul into a stable form, forcing it not to fall apart.
"[You really are a rotten being. I wonder, how did you get this far?]" The guardian speaks to me, approaching now that I can't stop concentrating on maintaining my soul's stability.
