It was an impossible pull. Adam was a spirit being pulled into nothingness, his very being breaking under the tremendous strain. His spiritual arms strained, pushing back with all the strength he could muster, leaving only his head and two hands outside the black device.
There were several fronts in the war he was fighting. His grip on Adam's physique had already become weaker due to the length of time he had been in possession.
His magical energy was constantly being drained by hidden devices strewn all over the forest. Above it all was the power of Void, Gold, and Silver combined, enhanced by the artifact created especially for his capture. It was excessive. The strain became painful.
His head and hands were drawn into the machine with a last silent cry of defiance. The world vanished. Adam discovered himself plunging into a pit of complete blackness, a familiar but horrifying void.
