The dark void inside Luna's mind was merciless, built for torturing him from inside. It was silent, except for the rumbling voice of the Black Mist Knight that constantly echoed from everywhere at once. The alien language ripped apart through Luna's fragile sentience precisely like a rusted saw cutting the bone slowly.
"You are nothing," the dark voice whispered pugnaciously. "You are entirely weak. You will utterly fail them."
Thick, heavy chains made of solid black mist rigorously held Luna extensively stretched out in the empty, dark space. He couldn't move his arms or couldn't kick his legs. He was unequivocally paralyzed inside his own head.
Sharp, jagged psychic daggers manifested abruptly out of the dark void. They didn't target his body. They aimed for his precious memories.
STAB!!!!!
