A candle rose as it lit up the darkness. Tashaquil’s eyes were closed. He mumbled in an ancient language, and the candles began to shake, moving to the rhythm of his whispers. Yi-An sat across Tashaquil and listened to his voice. Yi-An’s head felt light as if he was under a spell, and his mind exceeded the boundaries of the body and floated up into the air.0

“Artani mokaw dom de quakwa bul’tar misaterioak… De’sar quak kisame ilxone qfwfq…”0

The bizarre echo of Tashaquil’s voice shook Yi-An. His body fell into a deep sleep while his mind followed the sound of Tashaquil’s voice, which seemed to sink deeper and deeper. At some point, Yi-An was surrounded by pitch-black darkness with two balls of light heading toward him.0

He looked around. There were no candles, and Tashaquil wasn’t present; there wasn't anything he recognized. The two balls of light glowing in that absolute darkness stared at Yi-An, who stared back. When their gazes met, he felt a sense of danger as if his soul was going to get sucked in. Other minds were trying to converge with Yi-An’s, but he resisted and held onto his consciousness. Yi-An clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.0

Suddenly, the balls of light split open. The two balls of light turned out to be a pair of eyes....0