'Interesting.'
The cold voice slithered into his mind.
Leo's consciousness drifted inwardly as he stood before the reddish black swirling mist before him. He was absolutely surprised by the suddenness, "What's going on here-" Before he could even question, the reddish black mist slithered softly before him as it said,
'You are really a lucky human, you know?'
Leo frowned, "What do you mean?"
'For some reason, that Spirit is still able to retain its selfness even though it was deeply corrupted. It should have fallen fully into the Abyss, yet it clings to the last fragments of its identity. It must be because of your link with that Spirit.'
Leo frowned again, "Spirit? You mean Caelindra?"
'Indeed... I noticed it managed to stop the corrupted spirit from killing you, even for a fraction of a second. That single heartbeat of resistance was something impossible for the corrupted ones that were swallowed by Darkness. They never fight. They never hold on. Yet she did.'
