"There was another." Celestia continued, and now Rosaria's expression had darkened considerably, her crimson eyes fixed on the floor. "A man with a Beast Spirit called Prometheus. He had dreams of being eaten alive."
She let those words hang in the air for a moment.
"The result was..." Celestia's voice faltered slightly. "The man was sent into a coma for months before he recovered. When he finally woke, he wasn't the same person. Parts of him had been... Consumed by those dreams."
Rosaria finally spoke up with a sigh. "We even had a case with a Beast Spirit called Nyarlathotep, which placed a student into a coma on the same day of their awakening." Her hands curled into fists. "She never even got a chance to use her power. Just... Gone, locked inside her own mind."
The room felt colder now, despite the afternoon sunlight still streaming through the window.
