Kraft sprang from cover and raced toward where the heavy body had fallen.
There was no way to know what effect the "Spell" had produced, but one thing was certain: at least for a short while, they didn't have to worry about a counterattack.
He entered the Spiritual Entity's domain and sensed it had fallen into utter chaos, thrashing blindly as if drowning. It was like a flock of sheep without a shepherd, held together only by the Collective Unconscious.
Though it was still enormous and terrifying, an intangible behemoth in the void, the malevolent will that had controlled it was gone, scattered by the disorder of its physical body.
Even so, they couldn't rashly declare it dead too soon.
This was the most dangerous opponent Kraft had ever faced. Until he saw its true form and dealt it absolutely fatal damage on the macro level, he could never let his guard down.
Apparently, he wasn't the only one thinking that. The clink of metal followed close behind as the others headed in the same direction without holding back. Their ragged, relieved breathing could be heard through the walls.
At last, they saw one another again at the far end of a passageway—and saw that "thing" as well.
Your consciousness was rising—or sinking. In truth, you could no longer tell the difference.
The old concepts of direction had become flat and cramped long ago, fading away like your flattened memories of the past. Of course, those concepts were still stored in your mind. But among a mountain of new pages, a flimsy old draft was rarely noticed.
Your new senses brought new directions, like a slug crawling through mud discovering a Pea Vine to climb.
Though your consciousness couldn't yet fully understand that dimension, your body and mind