Whoosh.
The sound of the air whooshing as he found himself in a garden.
Golden leaves were carried by the breeze, with strands of golden grass beneath his feet.
He turned his astral eyes around, and that was all he saw for miles on end.
He willed himself to move, and he appeared one hundred meters away in a single flash.
Ten more flashes later, he eventually came to a stop, floating down to the ground.
"So that's your plan. Allow his energy to be naturally exhausted and have him take over?"
The chilling voice echoed out once more.
It sounded too deep, too unnatural, and brimmed with such power that if an ordinary human had heard it, they would have instantly gone deaf and collapsed from the sheer depth of it.
There was no reply to his words, and in the end, he looked up at the star above.
There, White's body was beginning to stir, the starlight woven around him having faded away.
In the end, he raised his hands to his face, eyeing them, before whispering,
"You win."
