Clearly in a phantom state, but all senses were magnified in an instant. This was not the kind of "clarity" following a Florun Potion injection; rather, it was a real delirium, experiencing the madness in the most comprehensive manner.
The entire world seemed to lose its light, plunging into this lightless world. Among the shadowy silhouettes, Lorenzo could see those enormous outlines. Sinister whispers and frenzied murmurs echoed incessantly in his ears, the sounds approaching from afar, surrounding Lorenzo, as if countless invisible undead were speaking to him about the evil anomalies in the darkness.
He could feel a viscous substance entwining him, a sharp pain piercing his back, and the taste of old rusty metal... it was blood.
The existing ghost and the entity beneath Old Dunling began to have disordered exchanges of perception under this unknown power, teetering on the edge of collapse.
