Kraft pressed a hand to his forehead and staggered back a few steps, cutting off his Spiritual Senses and letting the cramped sensation wash over him.
Since the Evil Spirit had been lurking nearby and had even come to him on its own, the timing had been just right. At most, the discomfort felt like being stuffed into a ventilation duct, forced to move around in a space too tight to stretch out.
Cutting the link had another downside: he had to redistribute the other senses that had been crowded out by the information from his Spiritual Senses. It was like being blindfolded and having to rely on senses that provided less information to understand his surroundings.
This sudden redistribution of attention led to a strange situation. Processing sensory input switched from "automatic" to "manual," and he had to consciously adjust how much attention he gave each sense.
For now, though, the switch wasn't too difficult for Kraft. Most of the time, he managed it before losing his balance.
To Kup, the bird-headed man had simply been startled by something and suddenly felt dizzy, then quickly recovered. He checked their surroundings, but aside from the two of them, nothing else had moved past.
This made him doubt himself a little. Was something wrong with Kraft, or was there something he couldn't detect?
"Kup, there's something I need to tell you." Kraft gathered his thoughts through the discomfort and spoke in a calm but serious tone. "Your condition is quite serious."
"Is it? But I feel fine."
His face was full of confusion. He didn't understand how drawing water from the Old Well for a few extra days could have left him in such a state. His sleep hadn't changed either. He still woke up around noon, if anything a little