The explanation could at first sound incomprehensible, but not to White.
He had faced this exact situation before, in his past life, and it had even happened to one of his own battle squad members.
"I'm guessing you want to know how we can bring her back?"
She asked, looking at White, whose gaze appeared to be a bit lost.
"If she's stuck in her head, then the only place she can be in is her mind space. Someone needs to go in there and bring her out, but that's dangerous."
"Even though an awakener, her mind space is not fully developed yet and would be highly unstable. It might allow her in, since she owns it, but an external consciousness will find it difficult to exist in there."
"Besides, there might be a large door blocking any consciousness from entering her mind space and reaching her."
"There is indeed a large door blocking her mind space."
The health instructor claimed.
"I've tried to go in but was refused... thrice."
"That usually happens with traumatic patients due to their lack of trust. She doesn't know me, so the doors automatically mark me as an unfamiliar stranger and push me out."
"I could force my way in, but that will damage her soul. And if a person who doesn't want to live is forcefully made to do so, she might as well be a breathing corpse."
"She needs someone familiar. Someone who wouldn't be refused by the mind gate, and the only one I could think of... is you."
She explained, and White's brows furrowed.
She could see it.
He was debating whether it was worth it or not, but in the end, his furrowed brows relaxed, replaced by quiet conviction.
"I'll try."
"That's good."
She said she tapped on a holograph.
White noticed a reverberation as the ground just by the side of Nova's bed opened up.
What came out was another bed, and the health instructor ushered him over.
He lay on it, and she gently grabbed Nova's hands, bringing them to White, who quietly held them.
It was cold. As cold as ice.
"The physical bond should make the unconscious bond firmer. Now just relax. I'll try to take you to her mind space."
She said, and White hummed, looking quietly at the white ceiling.
Slowly, the white light filtering from the runic ceiling began to blur, and quietly, the world began to darken until there was nothing.
Silence covered him for what seemed an eternity before the world brightened once more, and he found himself standing in a chaotic void of darkness.
All around him, multicolored lightning tore through space, splintering it apart and spawning black holes as dark tsunamis surged.
It was a completely chaotic area that made White struggle to remain standing in one place.
But still, his eyes picked up on the door in the distance, barely visible due to the wall of tsunamis covering it.
Still, he made his way forward.
It was a void, with no solid steps, but the will to move was enough to drive him forward, and even though he wavered here and there, he was able to quickly get the hang of things, rushing through the tsunamis.
They roughly blew him back as he was devoured by black holes, which wrapped his senses before roughly flinging him out.
His mind remained blank for an unknown amount of time before he snapped out of it and continued rushing forward.
Every force before the gate, he withstood, and finally, he broke through the appearing before the gate.
The storms and space holes rippled behind him, unleashing a terrifying suction force that tried to drag him back.
White's teeth clenched hard, his hands adamantly reaching forward.
Landing on the gate, it sent a ripple through its entire surface, but then, even after 10 seconds, nothing happened.
'Guess it was futile in the end,'
He thought, losing his will for resistance, and the suction force dragged him back, yet before he could be dragged into another black hole,
FLICKER!
A brilliance of blue light flared through the entire space, the light illuminating the void and canceling out all the dark tsunamis and spatial holes.
It flared on White, who couldn't help but feel his new freedom.
He was dragged forward, a large blue vortex opening on the surface of the door.
He didn't resist, allowing himself to be dragged into the portal.
It wasn't teleportation.
It was almost in an instant that White found himself in a peculiar place.
It was a room, a room that made his eyes steel as just beneath his feet on the wooden ground was a red liquid, staining his toes.
Looking down at it, he could easily see it was blood, and he followed it, arriving by the side of a bed.
There on the ground, he found a corpse.
It was that of a dark-haired, middle-aged man, buried in his own pool of blood.
White looked at the man's neck, and there he saw clear claw marks that dug too deeply into his neck, almost cleaving off the entire head.
Apart from the corpse, there was no one else, but he could see bloody footsteps that trailed out to a door behind the man.
He walked towards it, grabbed the knob, and opened it up.
RUSTLE!
His hair rustled as the breeze blew across his face, a completely different feeling from the room he had come from.
Before him was an endless plain of green grass, and on it were the clear bloody footsteps that trailed into the distance.
He followed it, and after about five minutes of following, he found it: another corpse.
That of a female with long white hair.
She bore the same claw marks on her neck, though surprisingly, she wasn't bleeding out on the ground.
He looked at her face, and she seemed no different from Nova, except she was older.
A realization crossed his mind, leading his heart to skyrocket, but he forced it down, continuing forward.
Once more, he came before another corpse, but this one made him inhale sharply.
It was the corpse of a large creature, humanoid in shape yet abominable.
It stood almost three meters in height, steel for fur, with massive claws that had lain helplessly by its side.
Even in death, it radiated a horrifying aura of savagery and bloodlust, and White recognized it instantly
"A...A..."